A concrete steel arm,
weighted like a planet
connects rocks and land
for passage of feet and wheels
to there
and back
over water
the stretching mass
made by
hands forgotten to time
labored
their sweat and
muddied boots
stained faces
bruised hands
as they
formed and massed
a great strength
moving
ground and rocks
swearing the day
into dusk of night
where lights
formed their paths
as they reached
and stretched
for the
other side.
Roger Singer 