There is a young pigeon lying in the dust, the workers assume that it is sick, dying maybe; lost from the nest, nestled under a large rotating kiln. It's radiated heat keeps the bird warm, perhaps prolonging its life, perhaps why it found itself there in the first place.

A distinctive set of drones resonates from the mass of machinery that is required to make this fancy cement dust for the homes of the rich and affable. Over the top of this noise cuts a short repetitive melody. It reminds me of the movie "Dancer in the dark" where the character played by Bjork would fall into trance after absorbing the industrial percussive rhythms of her work environment. The melody can be heard from all around the cement works. I imagine two Scottish pipers sitting on the hill in the cold being employed by the company to play for the workers on the night shift - I smile at this fantasy.

I'm not exactly sure where the source of this sound is, I just know that it is coming from somewhere inside the jungle of rotating parts. The lower notes squeak the sound, "ee awe" from somewhere in the middle range - two notes a semi tone apart, the first higher than the second. And as the kiln continues its slow rotation, three more notes reply, this time from a higher range, "oh oo oh." They sound not that dissimilar to the raspy and haunting woodiness of a Native American wind instrument. The second of these notes is a semi tone higher than the first, with the third note being the same as the first - kind of like a very slow siren. I can not describe how they relate to the first two notes, my knowledge of musical theory is limited, but my ear for music is good, and the strange industrial symphony being repeated every five seconds is making sense to me - almost lulling the night away. I even find myself humming along without knowing it. It is fortunate that these notes are not discordant because I'm sure if they were, it would drive the workers mad.

Meanwhile, the pigeon sits and waits.