The Cicadas
At our origin, they hung from leavesand moaned like sex. Or they were the leaves, shed effigial shells of epochal birth.They took seven years to circle the earth.If I am lucky, I will see them fourtimes more, and only three if I am not.But if I am not, the leaves will rotand the manic wind will go insane,and the rivers, confederate to their blood,will finally flood the cannibal plain.
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Finalist
Theory on the Occurrence of Cicadas
Finalist
Theory on the Occurrence of Cicadas
By Darren Morris
At our origin, they hung from leavesand moaned like sex. Or they were the leaves, shed effigial shells of epochal birth.They took seven years to circle the earth.If I am lucky, I will see them fourtimes more, and only three if I am not.But if I am not, the leaves will rotand the manic wind will go insane,and the rivers, confederate to their blood,will finally flood the cannibal plain.
