• abigailburdess


Updated: Jan 12, 2021

This poem was written in 1996.

We all held hands and sang a song.

It was not very long

Or deep

It would not keep.

But it lived and breathed and loved

And was dead.

In this chaos storm about my head

I believed

I perceived

The beating of the butterfly wing

We were singing

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