LARRY HIRSHBERG

 

Little Brothers

A pale conference of butterflies
textured the path this afternoon.
I entered, and broken perfectly,
it shifted into the air -
A kingdom of insects with no darkside.

Only light! A fantastic swarming celebration
of locomotion. Jeweled and flocked,
a circus of diversity:
wings giving voice
to the rapid pulse of the world!

But here was silence. And there
between two blades of grass, a flightless
blue carcass attended by some black ants
with tiny faces. Tiny faces wielding
the expression of the tempered, larger kingdom.