The Shaft
Ah! It is moving again.
Like an old man dragging
his frame, its drone never
ends, and it moans all night
long like that of a hooker.
Silence beckons its long, narrow
shaft for much of the day,
but when it is summoned,
its droning can be the only
sound, on a silent night.
– written by Chich, Chicago's Australian Poet Laureate