At speed they upward pressed. And soon the worn
and rusted elevator cage they found.
Securing cage with gate erosion-torn,
their flight in haste they cast on work unsound
of cogs in dirt of many years engowned—
but though the gears protested long and loud,
they faithful lifted pair through thinning cloud.
hic opus, hic labor est. I make no apologies for the outrageousness of engowned, long since having entered a state of formal sin in which no further excesses could worsen matters.