Butterflies by Daniel King

Satellites with solar wings

Titanium butterflies that drift

Larva free around the moon

In black and white eclipsing rings

Flee lycaenid Earthlight rays

To hover bright and perilune

Brittle steel antennae primed

To sip on signals from our shift.


Lava tubes are what we gift

Our regolith descents are timed

Days ahead for early noon

At sunrise Sulawesi’s K

Greets our climb and how we sing

Our news as bright as rubies strewn

Filter free, for Earth will lift

Its people crowned like rutile kings.