Poets love economics
Like dogs love firetrucks
There's howling to do
When these beasts
Interrupt a quiet day
Utility is a pole
None can exactly pull down
But it can be supported
Or denied
The right to string a line
Supper demand
Is no curve
It's flat and cruel and now
What does it matter
To shine a beatlight
On that hunger
If a hand could feed not type
What is a role, anyway
A manufacturer
A habit
A repetition for someone else
And yet gifts
Do not assign power
From plant to substation
They rather endear responsibility
And even language
Can feed that beast
Roman Ryan 