After we published Ode to the Toxic Smart Meter last month, we received a number of submissions of other poems related to the smart meter deployment. Here is one of our favorites, written by Kayley B. of Wisconsin. There’s something about poetry that can express what prose sometimes struggles with. Even if you don’t think of yourself as a poet, or even a writer, why not give it a try?
When dealing with entities as unreasonable and inhumane as the modern day utility industry, poetry can be cathartic and therapeutic.
Zapped
By Kayley B.
Waves that burst with magnetic pop,
“no they won’t hurt you” say men at the top,
like the utility board knows what’s best for me,
living alongside radio frequency.
Waterloo, Madison, Baraboo,
all falling into smart meter stew.
I can’t see it, hear it, touch it, but I know it’s there,
zapping me, abusing with a pulsing flare.
Most say we have to take them,
boast on how much you’ll save,
after all, what’s another radio wave?
Radiation zaps with blackened grin,
industry and city ignore the din,
heart complaints and wheezing lungs,
same old song money’s always sung.
Meters with a brain, think way too much,
waves got a frying kind of Midas’ touch.
I can’t see it, hear it, touch it, but I know it’s there,
zapping me, abusing with a pulsing flare.
Most say we have to take them,
boast on how much you’ll save,
after all, what’s another radio wave?
If I wanted my house purple would they paint it red?
Shouldn’t I have a say where there are shades of gray?
I can’t see it, hear it, touch it, but I know it’s there,
zapping me, abusing with a pulsing flare.
Most say we have to take them,
boast on how much you’ll save,
after all, what’s another radio wave?
Radiation’s waves are burning away,
but after all, what’s another radio wave?
After all, what’s another radio wave?
After all, what’s another radio wave?