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derekpoetrydumpdon't fly
The soul is not a butterfly
It is a worm bored into the body
Eating through the dirt of the world
Making fertile thought from foul experience;
When poisonous pain makes a monster
Of the person you remember
And their body cracks and leaves them
Screaming and naked of their humanity
In the dark animal underbelly where all
Is physical and nothing is certain,
Do not pray for the chrysalis to peel back
And emit the soul into some unknown salvation:
Feed the worm in your own chest.
The soul is not a butterfly
It is a worm bored into the body
Eating through the dirt of the world
Making fertile thought from foul experience;
When poisonous pain makes a monster
Of the person you remember
And their body cracks and leaves them
Screaming and naked of their humanity
In the dark animal underbelly where all
Is physical and nothing is certain,
Do not pray for the chrysalis to peel back
And emit the soul into some unknown salvation:
Feed the worm in your own chest.
