Grid

 

My house never lost

power in the storms.

We were on the same

power grid as the

maximum security

prison.

 

Even with fallen

power lines,

and cracked trees

sprawled in the road,

we had power

and water.

 

Even when people

down the block

couldn’t shower,

or charge their phones,

we could open our house

for those hungry for power

and hot water.

 

We could open our house,

because over that hill,

wrapped with barbed wire

alarmed and armed,

sat a fat

maximum security

prison.

 

Right next to the Quaker’s

cow farm.