for the multiplying cicadas and my father
          in the crowded hospital room. father’s day
for his father in the bed lilting under morphine
and sensation / pulling his oxygen out absently
                     father’s day for my father’s brother
                     cupping his father’s hand as soon
                     as he runs into the room. reciting
                     how good of a father he has been
                     to all of us / all of them.                     floating his tender
                                                                                     flower-named
                                                                                     baby who has newly
                                                                                     made him father
                     in front of him. out of drugged dream
                          to face ice blue eyes of new generation.
                               peering / both ways. father’s day again and again.

                                                            drone of doubled population / insects shedding veils
                                                            of past life / singing / all
                                                            together