If I Were A Butterfly

If I were a butterfly

where would I fly?

I could grace every home

bringing good luck every time.

Make sure that my children

ate up all the weeds,

and recycled the waste

without judgement or hate.

In a world that’s at peace

I’d find my place.

Hmm, if I were a butterfly

I’d think this must wait.

If I were a butterfly

where would I fly?

If my soul were parochial

it would hang in my space,

It would look pretty in my garden,

propagate where I said,

and keep watch with indulgence

as my kids ate the rest.

If I were a butterfly

I’d think this was sad.

A life is too short

to live in the past.

If I were a butterfly

where would I fly?

Like all souls of dead warriors

for justice and peace, 

I’d fly

down the throats of the haters,

war mongers, arms traders, 

parasitic self servers.

Yes.

They’d choke on my body

and ingest my eggs.

My children would eat them,

feast on them, thrive

then fly on to the next.

Yes.

If I were a butterfly

that’s where I’d fly.

If I were a butterfly

then where would I fly?

I would grace every home

bringing good luck every time.

I would make sure that my children

ate up all the weeds,

and recycled the waste

without judgement or hate.

In a world that’s at peace

I’d find my place.

First published in Anti Heroin Chic, August 2016

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