The high guitar

in SG is both the distant calamity and the siren responding to the calamity. A faucet of red sky beaming this way through a lens of yellow, industrial air. In an exurb waste, under a bridge, in the dry season with the evidence of the last flood in plain view. A high speed train burning by, carrying hypermodern youth across the wastescape between cities. A few of them may venture out here on foot or bikes on a sunny day in an obscure season. It's the soundtrack to this event, played by those same kids.  Staring down but only seeing the stones and shadows of the stones under the white sky.