The Coming

Go out to the thickets and the marsh and the woods at the city walls and bring back the names whispered by the locusts and the bees and the moths and the wasps. Fill the halls of your house with these names and purify your walls, and ceilings and floors. Guests with see-through wings will sing of the forgotten and the lost. Their resonance in unison will seem as chants uttered by the mouths of men. Men whose tongues click and hum like deep, dark summer nights.