Domesticated Silkworm

Mulberry dreams, I spend my days
Grazing brightly leaf green haze.
Ghost mist darkness, falling moon,
Beats retreat. In silk cocoon

I am hidden, quiver, crouching still
Lives lived silent, life -your will
Though sleeping long, I dream to tell
My form to morph in tender shell.

In wild I'm none, extinct so long.
Yet memories, secret soft sarong
And ships from China's destiny
To sail and hold our legacy.

Cultivation, tamed the moth
Swapped feathered wing for noble cloth
But give me freedom, I would die.
Long lost the means or will to fly.

Unwind a strand, my pearl your thread
To weave new thoughts from insect bed
As you recline in silk-soft bliss
My sons recline in chrysalis

Today, the silkworm moth lives only in captivity. Silkworms have been
domesticated so that they can no longer survive independently in
nature, particularly since they have lost the ability to fly. All wild
populations are extinct, although presumably old relatives exist in
Asia