ACROSS THE FAIR SAVANNAH THE BUTTERFLIES MADE HOMES.

they shook their dry wings in a rain-dance.

stones stood shoulder to shoulder to mark

the territory of each generation.

but the sight of the liquid sunset spilt

with red stain across the navy sky

enraged them so

and surfaced the madness within them.

and now! a butterfly insane

has no choice but to fling his cocoon madly

& unleash his perfected nectar.

so it is that sacred madmen make their homes.

dry dusty wings make well the pages of tomes.

august 6, 2003

banff, ab