the lights dim
alone he sits at his table
composing memories
in his brain
for butterflies
of the daylight
which he caught
in a jar as a boy
why did he do this?
was it the beauty
of the insect
that so drew him
to want to hold
them forever
in his world?
or
was it the patterns
of their wings
which gave him
such delight?
fluttering
in the garden
he would watch
them for
hours at
a time
those that
he selected
to keep
he would
eventually
kill by
driving a
pin through
their bodies.
why did he do this?
as a man
he wasn't sure
at the ethical
issue of
murdering
the butterflies
but then
again there
were so many
issues
he wasn't sure about.
yawning
he reached
across the
table for his
notebook
there were
so many
more butterflies
left to kill
if it was your intention to make me think of Silence of the Lambs, then mission accomplished. superbly written, twist and a ride.
I like the trail of evidence that appears as you are reading this. Boys are always closer to being men than one would imagine.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Excellent mesage sir. This makes me remember of Father Devessia, The Principal of my school. Whenever he sees childern catching butterflies or dragon flies, he would take the children to his chamber and polietly explain all that you have mentioned in this poem.