Metaphor Of Butterflies Poem by Bridgid Patrick

The metaphor of butterflies;
of metamorphosis,
provides for me an alibi
for life such as it is.

For here, in realms material;
existance incomplete,
compassion, less than filial:
since all must kill to eat;

I find a likeness, like as not,
that likely most ignore,
to caterpillar's only thought -:
of feed and feed some more!

It's nature to engorge itself
each day that passes by,
before transformed to something else:
a gorgeous butterfly!

So i believe, another world
beyond this one exists,
where donning powder wings unfurled
our metamorphosis

Will leave behind on other page
these realms of greed and toil.
outgrowing former larval stage
and doffing mortal coil;

All life, it's energy more pure
nor ever more to die,
will sup on only nectar, sure
as does the butterfly.