bedrock. we forget: under
this city lies yellowblock,
sweep of sandstone –
restless buckle, shards
and monoliths this side
of the sea – bolted into
dry movement, tossed heads
and abrupt angles, a people
compressed, filtered histories
         cupping pebbles
          in both hands –
    sun-weighted, complete
   to bore through the heart
      of each quartz stone:
strung on steel – a giant’s plaything
    the emptiness within:
         spiralled hives
for upside-down life by night