Manic, sporadic,
year-long, brain-flattening noise
can make a neighbour choleric,
a quiet dog lose its poise.
When the walls keep vibrating
and the ground seems to quake,
your ears start pulsating,
your hands begin to shake.
As a shrill drill dementedly hisses and pierces,
backed up by a rumbling, thumping, roaring,
running on, resonant bass,
you find it hard to remember what peace is
until Sunday brings blissful silence and grace.
(lone.zone nilsburgh)
