Locust harp
The swarm it sings
One million wings
So many strings
Playing sweet
With bows for feet
Their symphony
Locust harp
Black skies for days
Insect arrays
Falling in waves
Descending down
Like rain from clouds
Towards the ground
Locust harp
The fields are dead
The streets run red
The swarm is fed
And so withdraws
So many jaws
Ravenous maws
Locust harp
The mass ascends
And terror ends
Or rather wends
No lust or zeal
Searching still
For another meal
Objects, and the Distance Between Them 
This is unbelievably calming.
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Thank you! I am pleasantly surprised that you found it calming. There was an element of peace in the somewhat destructive nature of the lines. I am glad that you found it.
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There is always a little bit, just a tiny bit of calmness and peace in every chaos that you write, I guess. 🙂
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Thank you very much. That is an excellent compliment, and I appreciate it greatly.
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Beautiful and frightening at the same time. The imagery is outstanding.
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Thank you, Barbara. That is so accurate of nature, and the forces within it. I truly appreciate your words.
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