"A survival-manual has killed everybody
With a single misprint"
--Bill Knott
Cicalatide, trees full of loud erasure
briefly arrest, before they reach extinction
these drivers hurrying clad in fugitive purpose.
I don't know when they started or their fading
though foreordained as most defeats in nature;
among us humans, nothing reeks like failure
& we think we're so wise when we disdain it.
The ice of a hundred thousand years is gone now
without so much as one complete farewell;
i watch things wither i had thought would save
here in the autumn of my self conceit
& i cannot prognosticate one falling
or one survival where the jabber falters
except that we raise voices to drown cicadas.
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