Poetry

from "Observations from the Jungle Jumble of my Mind"

They taught him
the art of war
with himself

They taught him well.

He would hear no other voice

And, oh, how he fought
flailing like
a hooked fish on a dock.

From the tapestry of fear
she pulled a thread
and wove a gray cocoon

Once curled inside
she still could hear
the same refrain

over and over
and over again
over and over and crack

the inborn courage
of the butterfly
Stillborn.