last flight of the cicadas - rough

Seventeen years after the world ends
The shadow blasted earth will shift
Skeletal trees will give no shade
To the last emergence of life
Hideous prehistoric grotesqueries arise
Final cycle circling in the ashes
Spread and cover every dead surface
Bereft of predators or sustenance
One last bittersweet melody shall play
Cicada concerto in the wasteland
If there are no ears
To hear it, will it make a sound?
No one to see the cicada carpet
Cover the fissured, scared, broken
Earth that was illused, illtreated
And when the last cicada’s wing
Flutters for the final time
The song will cease
And silence rule all
After the last flight of the cicadas
Ends