Ode to the Pulley

And here’s to the pulley.  It seems 
like the most old-fashioned of the 
simple machines: it powers 
a flag pole or a theater curtain.  
A dumb waiter. A pail in a well. 
Something that should creak.  Something 
that might be called “a contraption,”  
that Wile E. Coyote might rig up 
to drop a heavy weight.  Something 
Rube Goldberg, himself an old-fashioned 
20th century construction, 
might use.  And terms like winch
or block and tackle:  muscular words.
Sweaty men in sailorsuits 
hoisting up the rigging.  Oh,
you could use motors.  You could use 
electricity, have it work
with the push of a button.
No need to put your back into it. 
Even then, it’s still old-fashioned.
Let us pull a curtain over this scene:
Skreeeek 
skreeeek 
skreeeek 
skreeeek