Soul Compartments on a Bridge

the bridge is bridled this time.
stories greet the only sun in fall and rise.
sole compartments, cars are told those dirty secrets
and all those souls are sold.
reckless droves.
one false move.
one crash. a bang.
surreal and rearviewed,
sudden stained the bridge another story
another life remained.

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