The crew has come: caravan of trucks stationed on the street, unstacking cones and digging ditches, deft and efficient. Here in our yards, long years of earth have been hefted by hand and heaped up on tarps. A pneumatic mole emerges from the trailer, and a heavy hose is hauled into place. With a pop, the pumping compressor wakes with startling strength. The strata are threaded, pierced by the pounding power that forges a buried boulevard. This burrow will convey packets with payloads, pulses ...
