Undrneath concrete a WHALE, pls bring jakhammer, I will shout u bfast & a hard hat, our ♥s will be buttrd & WHALE will sing freedom songs til lunch…
About this poem
Looking at all the concrete and construction in the CBD.
About Elspeth Brock
Elspeth writes to explore the relationships between our external and internal spaces and a sense of the ridiculous. Her work was recently included in the exhibitions “You Am I” and “The Story is the Thing”, and at the Melbourne Writers Festival. She is a horticulturalist by trade, working in community gardens in Moreland.
