Elegy for a Caterpillar

Everyone has heard of butterflies.

Sailing on Persephone’s breath, they flutter golden dust 

Prismatic scales so bright

You’d think kimono girls adorned their cloaks 

Like bold mascara. 

 

But launder away sheaths of heavy powder 

Before metamorphosis painted its artistry, 

Who remembers the tabula rasa

 

O caterpillar, how long you’ve worked to get where you’re going.

Your humble stomach—is it really gluttony? 

Why must the world tint you a sad dye?