An industrial refrigerator hides inside a truck stop
loaded with bodies.
Nobody cares until it's them.

The freezer is filled with a symphony of frozen cicadas
converted from noisy to soundless.
From heavy duty to almost invisible.

When so many die around the same time, what's the point
of paying attention or collecting the wings or
caring about who ripped them off.

A dead cicada falls out of a dead woman's mouth.
Crookedly hits the cold ground.
Another miniscule cadaver breaks in half.
Juliet Cook