"...conjures something mysterious and sorrowful out of a pylon..."
Lattice of steel plunged deep,
sunk in blocked concrete.
Insulators hung, delicate lanterns,
and a frill of barbed wire unravelled to its guarded place.
Taut cables hoisted in greyed wind.
Yellow warning signs, the last line.
Steadied on mighty tiptoe
facing seasons unattended.
Poised for the cracklings of tea time
and half time and bed time and touch
reserved solely for maintenance or trespass or,
at the dawning of a new age,
the dismantler’s crane.
Towering, brutal form oblivious to
this lattice of frail bone beneath.
sunk in blocked concrete.
Insulators hung, delicate lanterns,
and a frill of barbed wire unravelled to its guarded place.
Taut cables hoisted in greyed wind.
Yellow warning signs, the last line.
Steadied on mighty tiptoe
facing seasons unattended.
Poised for the cracklings of tea time
and half time and bed time and touch
reserved solely for maintenance or trespass or,
at the dawning of a new age,
the dismantler’s crane.
Towering, brutal form oblivious to
this lattice of frail bone beneath.