Butterfly Effect - ressourcesfeministes

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we stand in the cold gathering small purple flowers 6 from the
garden I place the seven-petalled bloom on your body my
hands shaped like the butterfly the soul the labrys 7 we sing life
being what it is we turn this into theatre forming an archway
farewelling you circling the car here to take you away from us
none of us knows how to die death comes again and again a
stalker forever in pursuit the chase is over for some before we
know it’s begun for others death visits at every opportunity at
dinner parties and dances or she is caught standing silently
beside the bed of a loved one waiting waiting 8
once I watched as death gentled her next subject into a boat
she took up the oars rowed into the fog leaving me listening to
the lapping waves of the Lethe 9