Thursday, January 23, 2020

cicadas

The cicadas are shrilling. They are casting
a great yellow net of noise
around the town

treetop to treetop
and pinned down
to earth

to crisp, hooked little stems
--each wing shriek and scream
intwisted to the web--

We giants roll and lumber
thick fish, our thoughts and chats
caught in the strings

our world of meat and bones
enclosed in yellow scream