That Man

Location

44109
United States
41° 27' 4.7592" N, 81° 42' 7.578" W

A butterfly floated delicately around the limp body,
There was no way that man would survive.
Blood dripping thick as maple syrup;
And shiny as a newly washed car.

The butterfly landed on the chin as if it was part of that man.
Back at home, he would stay up until dawn reading philosophy books
While his parents were in the blazing sun tending to the farm.
He loved a mental workout and his parents, on the other hand, enjoyed a physical one.

The butterfly continued to stay and connect to that man's soul.
Today was his first day as a soldier,
Definitely not a fighter nor a Communist.
All he wanted was for us to go back to America.

The butterfly was a loyal dog not wanting to leave its owner.
That man's newly wedded wife was back home waiting for the return she would never get.
She would surprise him with the news of a joyous baby girl on the way;
His future had just been destroyed in a matter of seconds.

That man's body was a piece of paper that had just been shredded.
The life in his eyes drained while the sun was setting.
All of his teeth were gone;
So was the butterfly.

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