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M.R. Burch For a Child of Gaza, with Butterflies


For a Child of
Gaza, with Butterflies

Where does the butterfly go
when lightning rails
when thunder howls
when hailstones scream
while winter scowls
and nights compound dark frosts with snow?
Where does the butterfly go?

Where does the rose hide its bloom
when night descends oblique and chill
beyond the capacity of moonlight to fill?
When the only relief’s a banked fire’s glow,
where does the butterfly go?

And where shall the spirit flee
when life is harsh, too harsh to face,
and hope is lost without a trace?
Oh, when the light of life runs low,
where does the butterfly go?


I wrote this poem for a
friend who had a terrible struggle with life, who ended up committing suicide.
I later changed the poem substantially and dedicated the new version to the children
of Gaza.









 
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