F r e e d o m

In the darkness she was ill one morning
And he held her and said
I can feel your skeleton.
That’s where I keep it, she laughed.
They were silent, for a moment.
And he wondered.
Or that’s where it keeps you?
They were silent, for a longer moment.
And he remembered.
In the cup of his hands in the garden once
He caught a butterfly to amuse the children.
It’s wings beat faintly in the trap of flesh
And blood and bone, and he knew
About God’s heart beating and he said
Let’s send it home and he threw
The creature to the air and the children
Watched its freedom, in despair.

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