violins (read violence)

i'm going to interrupt the peaceful suburban airwaves again.
that old fable was about ants and grasshoppers,
but tonight i've recruited the crickets.
unconscionable, perhaps, but i've found a way
to get horsehair to stroke across wire
to produce a weapon.

eerie vibrations.
sonic warfare.

perhaps the neighbors, in the
comfort of an evening slumber,
will wake, disturbed, by the
sounds, not just the scritching
high pitched screech of it,
but the bark behind:

the aggression and
drive for conquest
of a middle class nobody parent
is as unbounded
as a 1940's blitzkrieg general.

and just as futile.