Pylon talk

 Pile on the pressure

Power to the people

Cross the T's, and dot the eyes

I'm blindsided by this indifference 

To the countryside

 

Along came a giant striding

Jack was out milking his cow

His magic beans they needed dividing

But nobody really knew how

Yet he dropped them in the garden and

Overnight they grew

A giant bean stork

That reached up to the sky of blue

 

 

And they marched these Angels of energy with wings out spread

These Atlases of wires carrying their skipping ropes in stead

Walking the rope bridge

The tight rope line

To bring power to the people

Time after time

 

Some say they are moths

Waiting for the right moon

To unfold their wings

And take flight

Up into a burning light

Like Icarus who fell

They will never quite touch the sun

That travels along their poles

These cold white giants

Will hum like tubular bells

And fill the levels with their Angelic singing tones

Their nuclear hymns

And ringing carols

Of Christmas tree lights

And Fairy spells

Whose homes they have trod on 

And angered in dells

And dips and alcoves, hillocks and streams

And if you touch them at night

They may harvest your dreams

 

But Jack the giant slayer is not afraid

Pylon the pressure he said, he says

I will lift up my axe and fell the great trunk

And the giants will fall from the sky like drunks

 

Wrinkly crinkly Hinkley will wrap

And shrivel up like a crumpled crisp packet

Under the imploding electrical surge

And outage will shout "Age" for all concerned

And Youth will not tumble, youth will not burn

And the sun will keep shining until we have learned

That we cannot eat star dust

Or travel to space

That our planet is dying

And we must make haste

For the flowers in the field yet bloom

And I think I have heard a sonic boom

As we planned the future

But it decided itself

These are the best laid plans

Of mice and men