Pod of the Milkweed
Calling all butterflies of every race
From source unknown but from no special place
They ever will return to all their lives,
Because unlike the bees they have no hives,
The milkweed brings up to my very door
The theme of wanton waste in peace and war
As it has never been to me before.
And so it seems a flower's coming out
That should if not be talked then sung about.

 see this burst pod – soon the wind will recklessly disperse its contents. 
 things “blowin' in the wind” often make people think of the carnage of war. 
 
 The milkweed stuff is what makes me personally think of wanton waste, but the speaker seems to be talking about the near infestation of butterflies the milkweed causes. This is an interesting cynical perspective on the brightly-colored creatures that we usually associate with happy vitality, treasures in themselves.
Pod of the Milkweed