technologies rewrit
Aug 23, 2017 · 1 min read

Above the old city
the new one rose,
in silent manly towers,
gnomons,
omen placed,
shadows telling hours.
Cities are sundials.
Milling of people
mill-racing roads
flywheels propel them
millstones oppose.
Gravity fed
from hopper to shoe,
grinding the poor,
soon grinding you?
Cities are factories.
Take heart my people
despairing thereof
the answer’s not steeples
the answer is love.
Melbourne, 2018
