Pylons

I am the iron pyramid sleeping on the sky
i am the iron pyramid guiding the power in your lives
i am the iron pyramid upon which you rely
i am your death i am your life
i am the reason that you cry
i try so hard every day passing power through my lines,
you dont try hard in any way and leave your things on standby
am i art?
or am ugly?
do you really need me?
replaced by the thinner model,
the model that kisses the sky,
strokes the roof tops of the buildings
and kisses gently your eyes,
i am an iron pyramid, and soon i am to die.