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.
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