On a summer lilac rests a Black Swallowtail,
blue iridescence scintillating in the sun,
hidden of eye but, by light, torn the divine veil.
From slanted breeze of summer ague, on daisy sails
glides a Yellow Swallowtail to the nectared bliss.
Ruin strikes on lies of gold, turning gusts to gales.
A flap! A flutter! Dossi and Dali clash!
Two wings framed of heaven score hell beneath each thrash.
The Strife of Butterflies quits to sulken silence,
the stagnant air perfumed with perfected violence.
A dismembered wing lolls on the purple petals, —
its hue black and blue — burnishing blooming nettles.
Triumphant drifts the Yellow fiend, declaring throne
where never was, for Yellow and Yellow alone.