What Does A Cricket Know Of Death?

What does a cricket know about death? In his leaping heart, a meadow's weft The rasping sound that silence left Reading forward with each step bereft. What does the cabbage white know? Fluttering about like a flake of snow What did any of them know about American buffalo? Slaughtered to the cowboy shouts of Tallyho, What did any of them know about the three dead moles? Strung out on a barbwire fence full of holes Like a dewy wet necklace, all hung out, dispose. What does a cricket know about death? In his leaping heart, a meadow's weft What does the cabbage white know? Fluttering about like a flake of snow At times. I wish - I was a dead mole full of holes. Because after this life, I know another life extols.