Martha Daghlian
Papillon
"See papillon, the world’s only performing butterfly!
I am a hayseed,
My hair is milkweed,
My ears are made of leather,
They flap in windy weather.
I see the people working,
And see it working for them,
And so I want to join in,
But then I find it hurts me.
Poetry befriends and binds--
All butterflies know are
songs and poetry and anything else they hear.
Not hot fire but a trick of phosphorescence.
Nobody ever suspects the butterfly."
