"The Higher Throw Weight"
tree answers tree · in chittering waves
fading from one · to revv at another,
the final buzz lapped · by the ascendant.
like leaping fire · the cry carries.
seventeen years' · dark-hoard, bursts
out of each emerald thorax · clenched on a twig.
shuddering with impatience · they fly when they must:
a dull careen · to the better outpost...
and their brief grim grapple · this season's for?
to scatter one further · generation
of crunchy casings · among the branches;
more dreamless gray grubs · in shallow silos.
"Faith, I would string my lute
With hangman's hemp, if it made music."
--The Roman
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