Butterfly Graveyard

Another casualty surfaced,

forgotten and rotten in the butterfly graveyard

Victim to the scathing buzz 

of its never-ending sea of flies

Gather the smiles of past lovers,

stack them to the trees

Pile the bones of hushed affairs,

set aflame each stick and stone

Notice the fire deep within you
as you fix your gaze upon the flame

A place where hungry hearts gather 

to feed off woes and open wounds

Strewn amongst discarded memories,

forgotten follies and shattered bits of broken hearts 

Left only with the wretched taste
of dusty wings plucked from the corpses

Grieve the day they used to flutter

amidst the stomachs of pony-tailed sweethearts