midday

midday, drowning in the whir
of power generators,
a collective of clockwork cicadas
drunk on fossil fuels,
a mechanical tinnitus,
the throbbing of lives inexorable
amidst a persistent season.
the resolve reflected from faces
whose contours are traced
in sweat.

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