Orphans of the American Dream: Butterflies are Free
They assigned her spirit to a butterfly
because it made them feel better
that she nestled the muzzle of a gun
into her long blonde hair
and pulled the trigger.
They now see butterflies
everywhere they go
and ask
“Is that you, Leann?”
I did not know this
The day I found out she was dead
We were touring Arlington National Cemetery
and I saw the largest flock of butterflies
I had ever seen:
orange and red
whispering vibrations thru the air
floating above the endless
green fields and white crosses
of the heroic deadI did not know to call her name
I wonder if she saw me
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