I tell her
her butterfly
resting on the tip
of her finger
is an angel
disguised so she
can visit
the human world
passing herself off
amongst the flowers
keeping an eye
on us
humans.
I wake to her crying
in a night gone cold.
“I captured
an angel...! ”
she cries
“...trapped her
inside a bottle! ”
“She fluttered about a bit
and died! ”
“Will God
Kill me
for killing
his angel? ”
“No...no...don’t even think so! ”
“It was time for her
to go back to Heaven
& when you do
you got to
leave your body behind.”
She sniffles and finally
falls asleep in a sob.
I take her angel
put it on the compost heap
pray to God
to look after
all his little creatures
all creatures
great
&
small.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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