Tayve Neese: Blessing the Locusts

Their bulbous eyes shun my shape below,
focus only on their own faceted
 
wings, swarm’s burrow
in tree top, Spanish moss.
 
Let them, in their fixation,
make one song from a thousand bodies.
 
Let them deny my aorta’s own 
thrum, show me the beauty of being
 
nothing, plague’s gift
under August sun.

Tayve Neese is the author of Locust (Salmon Poetry). She is the Executive Editor and Co-founder of Trio House Press.

Copyright 2020 Tayve Neese

2 comments on “Tayve Neese: Blessing the Locusts”

1. Lea Banks

   August 6, 2020

   

   Last line is a killer, Tayve. Gorgeous! Thank you.

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2. Barbara Huntington

   August 5, 2020

   

   Awoke to this beauty in my in box. Thank you.

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