brood XIV
the unbearable hord
of harsh noisemakers
invading my auditory canal
cannot stop their racket
cannot break the cycle
of their seventeen year bacchanal
brood XIV
I dont want to know much about you
your molted exoskeleton
your red eyes orange wings
your annoying invasion
of my sweet sweet mulberry tree
brood XIV
yet somehow
I treasure your reliable return
for when the forecast that the world 
will continue to turn
depends on nymphs going underground
i can dig the fact
of the odds being
that when you return 
I’ll be the one under the ground