On the electricity lines

The isolated electricity lines, a stave
For a melodic poem, shrieking the wave
Of parallel distances
And praising the reunion on
The ashen pillars that strikingly adorn,
Like bee stripes, black and yellow signs
That ominously say: Stay away.
Danger of death. Do not touch the wires
Even if fallen on the steady ground.
What is the mysterious dismay
These acrobatic bird-notes hid in fires
Of dancing above the “safe and sound”?

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