THE POWER GRID

Tied us like a
Rope net over
The Grand Canyon
Except the hole
Below our links
Was a mass grave
In the making.

Something, maybe
A smart machine,
Sought more power.
Like a vampire
It found a vein.
No one heard the
Sound of sucking.

Some smart thing’s need
For flow, no “flaw,”
Overrode all
Remaining ties
To the makers
And takers, who
Were powerless.