Transition

Cries of distress
Pangs of a metamorphic mistress
A fluttering earthling
Trapped in its pupae shell
The silent heaves and sighs
Heralding the birth of a prince
The opaque bulb swelling and
Fissures appear
Spilling the placental smear
Then a head from the dark cabins
Of the shelly cave
Eyes closed like a spud’s
Limbs crossed in their prenatal hymeneal
The stage is set for another’s debut
As he is sucked into the crowded vacuum
Apprehension fades out
As it seems more of a déjà vu
Maybe a reincarnation of the moulds
And I hear the sad song of
The mocking bird as
The moist moth flutters away.