and they never flew across the worlds of blue skies again
they knew before and they knew them well
letters to loved ones little pictures for kinder
they were not even memories now
only signatures on a document signed by a God blind and incognate
they were jews roma outcasts
as if they never lifted wings
or had the pens to wield mightier
than stone or bullets or swords or words
but still there were butterfkies
we see them like the past haunts the future
see the dead
they come with us like butterflies coax back the sun from hell
for to shine its light on scripture
and make it speak
and make it speak again
Flynnpoetry 