Don’t look at the exterior of my hands
ignore the chipped nail varnish, broken nail,
bruised fingers, look at the muscle and bones
see how precisely they connect.
In the fields, think about the framework
see beneath the surface
the dragging ropes tied together
rolling stones, see in the grass and mud.
Digging networks – deserts and water
sand, lime came in small and large stones,
neatly piled in size order for the work
people gathered with their hands.
Carving and slicing, scrape and cut
red blood oozing contrasting colours
blackbirds, lichen, seasons – bronze worthy sculptures
formed dry stone walls in North Yorkshire.