utility poles
The promise of home ownership
Is hope that we can keep a grip
Upon the nature of our space.
And maybe find a private place
Where we can build our clan a nest
That has it's own backyard and will
Be held protected from the rest
Of them, who live without.
                      And still,
For power and for internet—
Which we have made necessities
To reach the fruits of culture's birth—
We trust in hands we've never met
To weave the wires through the trees
And link our roots above the earth.