After tumblr being inundated with metaphor jokes its nice to see a proper serious metaphor again. Cicadas are swell little bugs. I'd like to visit the Carolinas again one day, I went there when I was a kid for my cousin's wedding and a vacation...it was pretty cool from what I remember.
This is incredibly beautiful, bordering on the sociopolitical category too, which its always nice for me to see more politically driven work. I feel like we have a shortage of that of late.
That first line really drew me in on a personal level, as well. There's something about the word of their home that has a power over Carolinians, it's strange. Lovely poem though, glad I gave it a read.
There's no place quite like it in the rest of the country. <- Important words, those. When applied to any place in any country, whether it's the same place or even the same country you were born in, it means you know where home is now.
This has to be the most hopeful political metaphor I've heard in a while. Favourite part of it: the way a creature smaller than my hand can stand/ with its brethren and shake my arrogance. Because shaken arrogance is good.