Under the layer of asphalt, compacted
into a sheet for roads, is a layer of
crushed gravel and sand for drainage.
Under these small stones, riddled with pipes and
sewer lines, lies thick clay and loam,
and this is quickly replaced with boulders from
the size of fists to small cars and bungalow homes.
I stand above it, my feet pressing
all that cumulation of soil down.
I crush the ancient bones of the earth
with every step I take.
How heavy I must be.