Scattered stones in an old quarry

All the good stuff has been taken

Hacked out, hauled away

Leaving the scraps, the offcuts

The good-for-nothing leftovers

Not fit for purpose

Yet the builders’ rejects

Are lifted up and dusted off

Shaped and polished and made ready

To become cornerstones of new creations

A new builder sees potential

And a city of hope arises

From the stones the builders rejected