Thoughts On The Moth

For Stephanie

I recall when I let
My eyes flutter shut,
Dear Lord,
Protect me from butterflies,
Daytime Moths,
Just a facade of color,
Of flowers;
I know their real name.

By that orchid, There lies
God and the Devil
Battling and shrieking
About leftovers,
There are never any once the ground
Can take us home;
Back to the soil,
Back to the deep, dark pebbles
We came from and we become.

I know you're all nervous,
Shielded under awnings of leaves,
The same we use to cover the
Chilled and stiff.
I won't put you in a box,
I'll stuff you in a flower pot
So on your tomb it may read
'No, we don't all go to one place
When we die, It's much nicer than that,
I swear.'