Magazine July 1, 2021, Issue

Cicada: A Bugologue

(Amira Karaoud/Reuters)

For endless years in bug gulag,
I lived dark-swaddled, lived to grope
through hairlike curtains of root-clog —
withheld from liberty, not hope.

Now, having burst up through earth’s crust
to where unfettered breezes blow,
I sing, of course, my pent-up lust,
but freedom, too, fortissimo.

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Donald Mace Williams is a former newspaperman (Fort Worth Star-Telegram, Newsday, Wichita Eagle) and amateur Lieder singer who since retirement has written fiction, poetry, and translations (of Rilke poems and Beowulf). He lives in the Texas Panhandle.

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