7. Who pays for the Baltimore Bridge?
a poem
It's no one's fault, really Accidents happen, things decay Some plans erode, some strings detach Besides Some barges grow too large for blame Too large to fathom, large as fate When atlas stumbles, nations shrug Too much, no more, our minds, our backs But still Who pays when things collapse? Insurance pays Accountants say Those paid to hold things to account With arcane runes and bubble tea Incantations on their lips They summon liability Cmd, ctrl, and mountains shift I'll pay He says (already landed) I'll pay it now I'll sign the check I'll build, I'll build I'll find the cash In gilded cushions (or else I'll print it) And you will pay me back in votes The city pays With sounds of silence Life creeps back from shore to shore Tiny homes in buckled beams Tadpoles trace new secret streams Brave new world, till cranes arrive Elsewhere traffic slows but doesn't stop Oil prices flutter The city says, I'll go around Who really pays? We fix the potholes, biden says We fix the potholes, the city says We fix the potholes, insurance says Two bodies recovered from water Authorities say And then two more And then two more
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