Metamorphosis - Poem by Mark Sauer
Perhaps it's just a kindly lie,
A child's fable, that caterpillar
Transforms itself to butterfly.
Perhaps behind the chrysalis'
Veil lurks a changeling scavenger
That feasts on tortured worm, that is
Now ghoul meat. A carrion fly,
Vulture mimicking the phoenix,
Bursts from the rotting cadaver
In plumage stained of agony.
Or perhaps it's true caterpillar
Is merely seed, its destiny
Would he choose it, unseen? Would I?
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