One fell off the fragile bridge;
others froze in horror.
Far below them, howling winds
and glimpse of foaming water
Four young women shared a house
partied, shrieked with laughter.
All got married, scattered wide.
Three go on without here.
Driving rain, on clothes and skin;
you feel the thin bridge shudder.
The baby knows there’s something wrong,
looks round and sees no mother.
Three come home. All night they weep;
why could no one save her?
while each, in fear, bears step by step
a child across the water.