Supposing those noises from the
roof suggests progress towards
autonomy, and relief from crude
electricity reseller’s intrigues of
avarice, may only express one’s
depth of consummate naïveté;
In an endless quest to get you
where seductive ideas of liberty
frame disingenuous strategies,
blasé thumps of footsteps and
high-pitched drilling sounds are
there to placate subliminal fears
You already paid hard cash for this
array - incentive rebated certainly,
but with no guarantee the benefits
only accrue to you; and they won’t
for the most unutterably obvious
and commercially simple facts
Solar panel installers are didactic
parts of a food chain you’re bottom
of - thus new arrays of 250w plates
do proclaim urbane beliefs but make
false statements about who and
what really runs things
Commercial interconnects dictated
this dream-time anarchy, you will
be compensated if the sun shines
gladly and has their metres running
backwards - that is the economic
flavour of sham magnanimity
You’ll use much of what you make -
even be independent with surpluses
on-sold at the going rate; but you’ll
still pay them a facility fee for the
privilege of generating and using
your own home-made solar energy
Then in the depths of night things
change; ghouls appear to feed when
the day dies - pre-paid kWh credits
you gained in the light consumed by
insatiable, incredibly intense, dark-
matter finagles
© 1 February 2012, I. D. Carswell
