Bridges

Eduardo showed me photographs

of him in the Guardia Civil

with his handsome moustache

on a bridge in Peru

holding a mortar

aimed at distant terrorists.

Eduardo has spent the night

at Fairfield hospital

with his sleepless little girl.

I love her so much,

he says with a sad smile.

Eduardo is learning English

to get a job as a security guard.

I see him now

in front of a bank

with his handsome moustache

thinking of his daughter

safe in her suburban home

and the weight of the mortar

and the bridge.