Cicadas
The cicadas scream
And hum,
An eerie song of life
That fades and grows
And overlaps in the
Sweltering, breathless heat
Until the whole world is
Made of this song,
This whirring, humming song
That vibrates in my bones
And tears my soul
Into a cloud of silver shrapnel
That floats away on a
Sudden summer breeze.
And hum,
An eerie song of life
That fades and grows
And overlaps in the
Sweltering, breathless heat
Until the whole world is
Made of this song,
This whirring, humming song
That vibrates in my bones
And tears my soul
Into a cloud of silver shrapnel
That floats away on a
Sudden summer breeze.