The poem “Jest by the Gods” is about a transformation that works against an individual. The cocoon does not grow a butterfly. Instead, the caterpillar is entombed.
They say the old must surely die to allow the new to thrive a sacrifice that bears new fruit from the ash of kernels cast the promise for the hopeful flesh shed with cocoons in the light a cheerful plan without regard for the outcome that then transpires this is the jest by the gods revealed as the greatest lie when the reverse is the truth culminating in a hollow life what may be new is no more put aside before it’s born rotting while the old conspires to pretend that life will thrive.
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