The Jackhammer

The Jackhammer

Chipping endlessly away at the pavement,

Piece by piece knocked loose—

Cacophony sung louder than harmony,

In this symphony made of sound.

Neighbors complained that the noise violation—

Robbed them of their once pleasant day.

Thoughtlessly, they were unaware of the transformation—

That would one day be on display.

As the earth shuddered in its embrace,

Ceaselessly, the jack hammer continued to pound—

Stripping away all the impenetrable defenses,

And the vaunted clothing of the ground.

Nearing the end of construction—

There was wonder at their production.

The shrill grinding ebbed toward deletion,

As they basked in the result of their completion.

Was it necessary?

Some argued that this was all planned.

Did it justify the abuse?

There were those who just didn’t understand.

I smiled at their notions and laughed silently to myself.

As for me, it didn’t matter why they made this stand—

For, I had been wearing my earplugs,

Until they finished tearing up the land.

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Typed one day after school. It was so difficult to teach over the shrill of the loud noises...

I thought this humorous poem has a lovely twist ending. :)