Stung

The cicada-killer wasps
            are preparing dens
in which they will each lay
            one perfect egg.

In the shrill music
            of August’s heat,
the cry of one cicada
            stung for the feast

and dragged below the earth
            to await the hatchling
the way you await your future,
            destined to erupt

blind and famished
            from its glossy membrane.