the gentle scent of sweet magnolia

makes room for the constant, repetitive, droning

yet somehow soothing squee of the cicadas

i recently watched a vietnam war movie

made in vietnam

and one of the soldiers kept a cicada in his pocket

to remind him of home

right up to the day he was blown to bits

i don't know what happened to the cicada

as much as i don't know what will happen to us

if we keep all this bullshit up.