Stab the butterfly bloated with time
Cry if you have nothing better to do
Do you hear the children screaming?
Did you expect those fires gleaming?
Just enjoy the shapes that they shine through
Onto you
Fix the words that muddle the mix
List what you have nothing better to
Follow the signals coughing up
The sparks from smokestacks’ lightning’d top
Just enjoy the heights that they climb to
From you
Take the best guess just in jest
Attest, arrest and test the blessed
Unless you are among the Chosen
Then keep your chest compressed and frozen
Lest a watchful eye espy a clue
Of you