Locusts

by Aidan Andrew Dun

locusts

You see them
between cloud-peaks
across blue valleys
of open sky, banking
massive bodies
racing-off to the sun
aluminium birds of
ominous expatriation
jet-propelled insects
jam-packed with fliers
hundreds bound for
ever-new destinations.

Nothing can survive
their descent and arrival:
death from their sloping
wings thunders out.
Who can easily
brush these
from the planet
as one wipes a fly
from the living world?
Look, the carriers of
madness are spreading
diseases of vacation
from unhygienic lungs.

Big chests expanded
proudly, the planes!
Often you see them
in-between clouds.






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