rope swing

all night long the beck
the river, the stream
forever
the dark, the bright light
the rush, the rope
the parapet, the jump
the rocks the death the ripples
on and on
Alfie says get that rope down
I believe in him
I saw him first emerge
and we swing again
but only I will swing that close
to the huge drop
into the river and its black flood
that's my job, isn't it
to risk death always
with such love
that they can be scared
of nothing?