Where species overlap (sympatric, simpático), songs evolve and diverge, no I without you distant, or strange—so this fallen male I hear (a female would be nearly silent, a mere wing flick) low in the bush, his body's fluted drum what sings, not the flawed wings' scrim of rain meshed in black wire's lace, what crowding or chemicals' fine veil twisted, trapping him (dogday cicada, harvestfly) in flightless emergence. Late summer is a vibration of air, the world humming; my observation, the field where row after row of the chemically mutated line up, pin through thorax, pin through thorax—My freeze doesn't fool him; he cuts off, stranded far from the canopy's chorus evolution meant him to reach by blood's hydraulic extension inflating and lifting his wings. As amulets of jade, secreted under the stilled tongue, once they marked hope for rising, the past misting away to a scarf so transparent it can't be seen, finer even than that cloth before the weavers' thumbs were amputated, a crimson sari pulled entire through a wedding ring, finer than the soul blooding the body, that delta of iron, of rust, vein to capillary: the rivered earth in aerial view, dendritic map of the valley grained in the trunk beneath the crackling abandoned skin: Magnolia grandiflora, its own range narrowed and pared (climate change, glaciation) while beetles droned after huge, moon-white flowers, acorns going off like distant buckshot in the reservoir— All things near in their loss. Sun in the fist of trees, chapel bells rack up the elegiac number while the dying goes on in un- memorialized silence and the dead drift into overgrown margins, scrub of sumac and pine, flicking their failed wings—
