Animals: “holorama” by Adrian Ibarra
holorama
we’re back on the dawn
of another cicada summer
another proof we can travel
through time if we try.
our breathing out still has
a frequency and it adds
to the noise of the universe
expanding. so your breathing
pitch went into all those insect
young as they slept—
went in the ground
just weeks before you did.
now to those million bugs
you’re still here, still vibrating
in their bellies as they go on
to glut countless predators
who will die and feed countless
trees with their bodies—
will your sound live on in those
predator bones or that wood?
in seventeen years
will the board ask about
you to the saw?