Words and Verse
Two Cicada Poems
A tweet in trees. A crawl below.
A breath of air. A crunch of dirt.
The bees that buzz. The winds the curt
Cicada grates on as they blow.
An airplane's din. An engine revving.
A chain-saw's buzz. A rumble that
The razors make. Ferrari speeding.
Cicada into windshield: Splat!
***
Hum! Hum, cicadas! Growl along the ground!
And rumble as your masses multiply
Rave! Rave! Cicadas! Shake your raging sound
With wings that whirr for noise and not to fly!
Trill hell to hear! You've only days away
Till you slump in your shells and wait to die.
Seventeen years, cocooned in tombs you lay
And ripened where the mud-sunk earthworm wades,
Till reveling in ruckus of the day....
Now die, cicadas! Die with wings like blades
That rust to ruin in day's unholy glow,
And shells like tarnished armor whose glory fades.
Now nest, cicadas! In the earth below.
A breath of air. A crunch of dirt.
The bees that buzz. The winds the curt
Cicada grates on as they blow.
An airplane's din. An engine revving.
A chain-saw's buzz. A rumble that
The razors make. Ferrari speeding.
Cicada into windshield: Splat!
***
Hum! Hum, cicadas! Growl along the ground!
And rumble as your masses multiply
Rave! Rave! Cicadas! Shake your raging sound
With wings that whirr for noise and not to fly!
Trill hell to hear! You've only days away
Till you slump in your shells and wait to die.
Seventeen years, cocooned in tombs you lay
And ripened where the mud-sunk earthworm wades,
Till reveling in ruckus of the day....
Now die, cicadas! Die with wings like blades
That rust to ruin in day's unholy glow,
And shells like tarnished armor whose glory fades.
Now nest, cicadas! In the earth below.
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Two Cicada Poems
Two Cicada Poems
