[Are You Man/Or Butterfly]

Are you man/or butterfly,/the way your/dress billows/

over the/jackhammering/sidewalk? You’re/tulle slipping

through/air, liquid/cement, gray/pavement got/ nothing

on you,/equine-prancing/as if there’s no/war./ How

good does/it feel for a/transformation/to fool no/one?

But/yourself?/ Man swaddled/in silkworm/spit./ Reality

wears/a thin veil.