The Butterfly : A Tribute to Aaron Swartz.
Waking up from Childhood the young man looked around.
He saw vast Alien Forests in the stretching Urban Tundra
Of the plateaus and the Low Ground
With such a clarity he could not shut his eyes again.
Entering the labyrinth with crystal focus.. he marked
The wire frauds were coiled and ringed
In ever bigger circles ... looping and spirally
In sinewy tight strings ..
He heard within this tangled web
A deafening percussion
Full orchestras.. sinister concealed productions
..over-lapping parallels and deviations
Etched in the sleazy smokey colour
Of persecution.
The audience of drab generic beauty , are masked ..
Stun gunned into stupidity ...in a collective trance
Morphing ..becoming... manipulated fodder
Across the withering globe
Within the labyrinth, the cities spread with sonic speed.
Bully Boy Phallics scrape the sky
Their Temples... Blocks forever rising...and then forever crashing
Splintering the Earth.
The suffering within the giant carcinoma amplifies
And multiplies true to its own inception
The pestilence of slime
Convulsing then within itself
Collapsing.
The Minotaurs lock horns in fear
The Black Ship sails into an unlit harbour
Where Desdemona’s breath blows as the wind.
And they
‘ Who broke the butterfly upon a wheel’ *
Wipe demons... from their lips and smile..
To camera.
For now ...Evil wins .
Kristine Byrne
27th Feb 2013
* Alexandra Pope