The base of the road

 near the bridge
broken people make it up
you just trudge over
the water underneath is murky and tasty

the bamboo shades it all out
lost creatures wander the swamp
ending up near the bridge
all dizzy and bug bitten mind

and the low sounds of cicadas and crickets
rising up at sunset as if to call a predator
to come and take his dinner
as if the swamp itself was a mouth

opening itself up to the night