Butterfly

Bullet grey, the listless sky, Wandering on with little thought To the silent butterfly Alighting where the world has fought To the slight, unblinking eye How meaningless the world and ways Of the men who fall and die For the ogres' power plays So easy it is to fly away And leave behind the ghosts of men Perhaps return another day When no shadow remains of the fallen A gilted wing, a touch of air, So gently kissed by bitter breeze To leave behind what little care For callous quiet of broken pleas As memory fades and decades pass, No-one else will come to lie Upon the field of broken grass But for one thoughtless butterfly.