The Power Grid Ending

My internet went down the other night.
My lightbulbs flickered and they gave a blink.
The grid that gives us grist for heat and light
is failing more and limping more and old.
The infrastructure’s folding from a height
we used to brag about and never doubt.
I sometimes wonder when the streak I write
will interrupt. Now lately what I think
is failure of the grid will block my byte.

(Magic 9)

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