Eggtooth Cicadas

April 1st, 2008

Eggtooth Cicadas

I would live my life in a field of eggs.
Thousands of beak taps and scrapes
muffled to murmur narcotic.
I’d live for that sea of blunted click.
Through my shell I’d almost see shapes.
I’d peck up holes for arms, palms, legs.

I’d put up drapes before I’d beg.

   
   
C. Way/ SnailCrow.com © 2008


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posted by Snail at 1:29 pm