When the bridge I built failed
During the evening rush,
Falling into the river below,
Making a sundae topped with
Cars and people, floating,
Drowning, it was me who crashed.
My failure was murder, but I live,
Not even probation or confinement.
My A’s in physics at Cornell,
Hadn’t prepared me for the collapse.
Tell my father not to be proud anymore,
Explain to my mother, love is not enough.
Give my wife
If I could be someone else tonight,
I’d be a baker selling bread
To hungry people
On their way home.