Veterans Day, Sunday, November 11, 2012, NC Poet
Laureate Joseph Bathanti wrote this poem.
Saint Francis’s Satyr Butterfly
All creatures have
the same source as we have.
A reclusive small brown butterfly,
deployed along its wing ridges,
after the 12th century Italian soldier
secretes itself, miraculously,
of the 251 square mile brash
beyond which – we know this much –
preferring anonymity, it hides
life often chooses death –
It wears Marsh camouflage,
blasted sedge and beaver ruins –
Advanced Combat Helmet.
rent too soon from its dream of living,
but three or four days,
then tenders its life in writ sacrifice.
The caterpillar has never been seen.