what the cicada said to the brown boy In Literature, Poetry by Clint SmithApril 15, 2015Leave a Comment i’ve seen what they make of you how they render you a multiplicity of mistakes they have undone me as well pulled back my shell & feasted on my flesh claimed it was for their survival & they wonder why I only show my face every seventeen years but you you’re lucky if they let you live that long i could teach you some things, you know have been playing this game since before you knew what breath was this here is prehistoric why you think we fly? why you think we roll in packs? you think these swarms are for the fun of it? i would tell you that you don’t roll deep enough but every time you swarm they shoot get you some wings, son get you some wings Originally posted in Off the Coast Literary Journal