Tuesday, September 20, 2011

The soldier butterfly is out and proud



Once on his belly crawling trenches, hidden low
beneath the dying fallen leaves of old,
he perseveres with hardened resolution so
the secret life inside he can withhold.


And then, a time of dormancy, a time of wait,
upon a branch of close proximity,
until what gods above there be decide his fate,
he lies, too long, in anonymity.


The final day has come, the ugly casing splits.
The once forbidden wings are now allowed.
When on patrol or joining comrades in a blitz:
The soldier butterfly is out and proud.

"Don't Ask, Don't Tell" ended today.
A once hidden soldier comes out: youtube.com/watch?v=DVAgz6iyK6A
photo: Brown Soldier Butterfly by Tom Newman

placed in Poets United Poetry Pantry #68