The butterfly slowly descended
Like an Angel sent from God
It landed lightly on his head
Then closed its wings reverently
A calmness came over me
As I sat in that hellish trench
And watched the langrous beat
Of those delicate white wings
The sun was at its highest
Warming the blood of this beautiful creature
And as gently as it had descended
It rose into the air on fluttering wings
Still the man did not move
His face fixed in a frozen stare
The same expression he had worn
Since yesterday