The shadow of a butterfly across the sunset
Its wings flapping in the evening sky
Creating tempest and downpours
Delicate like a snowflake
Fecund in its polychromatic pulchritude
Flying gently as the smoke from a cigarette
Its wings bloody with colors and shapes
Spiting the toxicity of mankind
Flying away to distant lands
Falling from the sky poisoned by smog
Tripping over their comrades rotting bodies
Like soldiers at war.
