This third poetry collection finds inspiration in the disused copper mines that haunt the rugged terrain of West Cork. Like remnants of a lost world, the mines' ruined towers, shafts, man-engines, and dressing floors evoke an elemental landscape. Mining promotes a sense of memory, and the riches embedded in the landscape are human as well as material. But things brought to the surface can have a startling ability to shine in the present, and O'Sullivan's poems move and provoke as they resonate with experiences at the heart of contemporary Ireland.