The Last Stone

Beautiful Butterfly

by Marie Thearose

I will not cobble together
a defense of myself
with lines from your holy book.

If the book of the Earth
Her soil nourishing you
with joy and anguish
could not teach you empathy
what more could I say?

Even Jesus
has to spell it
out for you
in the dirt.

 

 

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