poetry and photography by Eddie Tay
there is power in granite not of your choice, earth-deposits of a history of money.
so today you are digging out of the pavement a strength you already possess, a faith in stone.
i wonder what would happen if you find a fish gasping in the dust, or if a hundred-year-old turtle crawls out to proclaim the good news.
i am waiting for a minotaur to emerge to start a fresh flood.
we imagine ourselves to be trees in the thick sulphur of this city where no one needs to speak.
maybe you’re waiting to tell a story of an underground government of broken bodies.
who are our leaders, that they would stay quiet?
these are eruptions too deep in the ground, metaphors of stone, groundwork of hands.
Editors' note: "Groundwork" was first published in Dreaming Cities (Math Paper Press, 2016). |