God, it's a jackhammer. A loud, relentless, stupid stuttering. But no friend to be found. He and wife are gone for the day. Workmen must work.
Words fly and die.
No, this jackhammer must keep chewing at the air. There's work to be done. This jackhammer matters. Above all else this jackhammer must have its say, racking the world. The lady lost in her labors hears nothing but her agony and the whispering of the hesitant being in her belly.