Literature
Monarch
when the chrysalis breaks open
and the last of winter's hull has been shaken
from the trees,
the butterfly boldly exposes her finespun setae
to the winds, still stringent and biting
among an earnest promise of warmth.
she exposes them, completely heedless
to their frailty, their paltry
fourteen days.
timely launderer of nectars-
eras in days pass her, a blithe sailing
over the tops of the zephyrs that could not ever
question her presence.
the Eternal Beasts admire her so
that they wish to trap her under glass,
and title her Monarch-
and in her death's dive to the earth,
they didn't once fathom her transience,
and she didn't once fathom her