Strikes of light across the sky
Thrown long and far to see
Awesome forces play their hand
Thrown power flying free
Rips with cracks to see a flash
Across the chilling sky
Power gathered all around
Across from way up high
Time to time it hits a vein
Dropping the power down
With a wire as the guide
Dropping into the ground
How can I steal this power
And take to make it mine
I’ll rap a copper coil
And bind it to the line
But there is so much to take
I’ll never take it all
Since it will fry my copper
I’ll make a rubber wall
And cover it in rubber
To rap it good and tight
The EMI is flowing
To shine and steal its might
So let it roll on downward
I’ll take it from the air
And let it fall through wires
I’ll take what I can bear
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
This is a lovely poem. A fresh metaphor of drawing fire from heaven, the legend of Prometheus comes to mind. You are a sort of modern Ben Franklin, who invented the lightning rod. In old comic strips, when a character got an idea, the cartoonist would draw a lightbulb above his head. A statue of yourself might feature a strobe light upon your forehead!