cicade

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cicade (edit 1, shay, erthona)

the stones giggle,
you, with your ladle.

I've been 
starving in canes,
teehee,
in a land so barren even
I look good to the gods here.

I said it's so barren . . .
How barren is it?


I pray on a bead.
I think love, and the swarm gets antsy.
I whispered wheat, and they snicked me to pieces.
Thought wet and drown dreaming.

Now, not enough left to baptize,
you talked me into whistling glee
upon the drone and I 
am this delirious exile of the wicker wastes. 

But

you
let a droplet
wide of your beak
and shatter the sun.

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cicade

you
offend the stones with your ladle 

pale underfed
living in canes
in a land so bare
I look good to the gods here

I pray on a bead
something leaks from your silo
would lime on my scabs be too much
the sound of wax and liquor tasting

decimates read loud
even think love and it's over 

you whisper wheat

not enough left to baptize
think wet and you'll drown me

they swear by the winter
to lord brown on a white coat 
blasphemes the drone

delirious exile of the wicker waste

where you
have let a droplet
wide of your beak
it shatters the sun