:::locust song:::

on knee then crossed
my stomach flat
onto this earth
they shuffle past
one eye diverted to the sky
the locust drink the tears they cry
salted feasts for clipping mouths
wait for the warmth, underground
with swollen bellies they soon will climb
and break the ground to take the light
the sun does warm the wicked wing
that carries song to you and me

:::amber.hart.sinclair:::