Madame Butterfly doesn't know why
She wakes this way
By now half her body
Is grafted in silk
Each thread a ligature
Madame Butterfly should be please
With the work
But her face is growing paler
And paler
And paler
And soon it will be pale and flat
As the moon
Lunar beauty
Alien
Madame Butterfly should be grateful
That others find her pleasing
Madame Butterfly is grateful
She was made to please
Her natural lifespan was spent passing
Among the cherry trees
Kneeling down in the snow
Madame Butterfly knows her body
Is a doorway
A moon
A moon
A moon gate
A trail of white jasmine
Bound by her dark cocoon
She blinks her one
Remaining eye