Its white is for surrender, <br />The colour of its fear, <br />Hidden by the muscle <br />That lies within its shell. <br /> <br />Glistening membranes waved dry, <br />A tentative beating <br />In the sunshine. <br /> <br />Covered by the filth <br />That hides its shape so well, <br />It masquerades as beauty <br />To reach out further still. <br /> <br />Pale wings prepped for flight <br />The winds warm breath <br />To push them high. <br /> <br />A broken lurching monster <br />Stumbling in its shoes, <br />Breaking all that touch <br />Its hallowed golden form. <br /> <br />Watch them climbing through the light, <br />White butterflies rising up <br />And covering the sky. <br /> <br />Its white wings lay consumed <br />By clutching, sucking muck, <br />Its chance disappearing <br />As it slides beneath the earth.<br /><br />Stuart Doggett<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/white-butterflies-2/
