A memory from the time when I worked on a building site.
Measured in time, the distance between
The window in the floor of a crane and the steel
Skeleton of a future hospital wall
Is covered more quickly than a turning head.
He was suddenly there,
Shuddering from his chest,
Rolled steel stalks.
Leaves of orange plastic
With their heads cut off.
Gathered around a broken man, the sound
Of construction raging to deliver
A maternity wing,
On time and on budget and tonnes of steel
Still to tie today.