- Vol. 09
- Chapter 04
The Soul Flies
the soul leaving through my mouth
is a kaleidoscope of butterfly
fully developed, wings now dry
fluttering off high into the blue
en route to freedom, to Shangri-la
after a week passed Thursday
lunch rather than brunch
at a gastro bistro, deep inside the mall
of caterpillar risotto (larve sui carnaroli)
augmented by veg, al dente and spiced
lead to excruciating stomach cramps
from precipitous pupal growth
as a metamorphosis deep in my gut
with maturing masses, the chrysalis
en pursuit of an exeat: my oesophagus
as Comma
Brimstone
Speckled Woods
Holly Blue
Peacock
Red Admiral
Tortoiseshell
Painted Lady too
The Soul Flies
escape en bloc from my bloated gut
via my raw throat and open mouth
en route to freedom, to Shangri-la
fluttering off high into the blue
fully developed, my soul has flown