my neighbor cicadas are screaming
screaming for sex survival the gene pool
the future their future our futures
they’re screaming for us
aren’t they
screaming our outrage
there’s no drowning them out with music
you won’t hear the melody through the din
there’s no watching tv for distraction
you won’t make out the words
you with the push-button long-distance
murder decision making machinery
may your ears bleed
from the sound we have become
our cicada screaming will fill the air you breathe
this killing season
we will emerge in the thousands
screaming seething
for all the life
you take
for Palestine.
