Where the Rooves became Homes

This is all concrete and airways
 a helix, role playing as a spiral
 I struck the unyielding earth there,
 where the rooves became homes
 Wondered about the stickiness of words
 the way we hid the trees with sand and stone
 Nothing left to do but go home
 Let the verges overgrow and mow them tall
 until my senses are filled with the heat of decay