Butterfly Woman Of Hope

Butterfly Woman Of Hope
© Surazeus
2024 06 08

With visceral agony of tangled words 
the woman in the television screen 
smokes thirty thousand cigarettes each day, 
but her baby never comes back to life, 
so she heats another bottle of milk 
and feeds it to the ghost who knows her name. 

After cold rain drenches the wind-blown hills, 
she steps on wood porch of her mobile home 
where children in swimming suits play in mud 
and laugh in the trash-cluttered trailer park 
where their parents in jean-shorts and tee-shirts 
barbecue hot dogs on smoke-rusty grills. 

Bright rainbow arching across the blue sky 
suffuses her senses with wordless thoughts, 
refreshing her soul with beautiful truth 
that pierces her heart with hope for the world 
which teems with nations of angry young men 
eager to kill for their Grand Fatherland. 

When the black butterfly of lunar light 
lands on back of her scarred hand in gold glow, 
the woman with short-cropped hair and red eyes 
swallows its spirit, so wings of desire 
writhe from her shoulders in heart-searing pain 
till she spreads them wide and floats off the ground. 

Gliding above trailer park of despair, 
butterfly woman of hope breathes in light 
that swells her heart with agony of love 
as she swoops and swirls among moon-white clouds 
above vast city maze of gleaming lights 
where millions of people never see Her. 

Spreading fingers of her hands, she extends 
millions of digits into beaming rays 
that shoot fervent needles of pious zeal 
to zap every evil man in the world 
who abuses the weak, women and children, 
in heart-blinding greed to control their lives. 

Landing on pyramid of the god-eye, 
butterfly woman of fanatic faith 
casts net of justice to capture the tyrant 
who dares to crown himself King of the Earth, 
and hurls King Midas in fire pit of Hell 
where he transforms into small croaking toad. 

With soul-shuddering horror of grim truth 
the woman in the television screen 
snaps awake from terrifying fugue state, 
alone in muddy field by the highway, 
hands and tattered dress covered with blood, 
so she laughs in flash of heart-cleansing rain.