Yearly, Ongoing Bridgesnap!

Down from the headlands with a hinch in a cart
Pull apart that rope with a groan screaming BRIDGESNAP!
When the bears come over in the winter
and the crawling things to eat your face - then on goes the BRIDGESNAP!
Not with a knife it will take your life.
The backlash will open up some cut in half!
From the height of a tree tower over to see
the absolving danger in that flinging rope arching high to air, whine, CLAP!

Some in the cart were knocked over as cloth padding saved & tumbled,
made ohorses stuble over. As tension beats in,
whitling rope flughled yearly mortality, fragments
in every direction like gun powder with rope-RUNG,-STUNNED!

Crawler in flitting directions
the bosom is sweetening with each moment
when the gallop is readied in certain degrees.

Winch and pully to quickly deteriorate the
battle in Pictland when war shirts fluttered &
heads flew around with quickly cut off hands still
grasping only compare with flapping slats.

Knights may have heard a Celestials powder
lit for the world emperors, oft echoed,
death decreeing fingerpoint: gun blasts
naught but the whistling of the hundred trimmed
birch blanks can sommon a flame in the heart
until the rope hazards its SNAKE-STRIKE-SNAP!

Now here's the ladder that lays at the foot of the
river - whose shores bring in danger from
where no trophy winter is trapped! But just this
year the river froze deep & solid. So bears &
crawlers come skating to our shores & past!