A brooch of butterflies
I never did notice
Deaths gape advancing…
Peeking at, me.
Until, I was watching him.
I’d seen him in the closet
In the brooch of butterflies
I crumpled in my pocket.
I’d seen him in the dark eyes,
Of a roadside, rabbit
With tyre print fur…
And a broken jaw socket.
It’s only now I’ve noticed Death.
'That he’s been playing-
All along, hide and seek'.
Did, I think to ask of him?
To count backwards,
Sure enough, I did both
But he’ll cheat, and I’ll be found…
Like a brooch butterfly crumpled
In his childlike, large, pocket.
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