Tanner Lost His Butterfly

Three times he stood with his gut.
Tanner the champion became a brand,
his weaving and knitting was pure and true.
Everyone loved his poem ‘Butterfly’
some say the tears in it would never heal a world.
I and Tanner knew this stage so well.

One day in March, when the sun was well,
When paper found words it drew from its gut
Tanner found it roaming in his world
and thought it was time his words built another brand.
For he had just seen a colorful butterfly
and thought for once, his words would come true.

He painted his weakness and said they were true,
he told her her flapping wings made him feel well.
Yes was on her lips, she smiled like a butterfly,
little did he know, death also had a brand.
Tanner now owned a stage, with no butterfly in his world.

Ruddapoet Rudolph