Butterfly Bones

I saw a butterfly
It crossed my path
Fluttering
And buttering
Its wings heavy with powder
Carrying the dust away from me
The butterfly is red and black
It rests on the white wall
To gather its wits
I can’t wear colour
Not here
My thought shifts out from black and white
But upon me colour is drained
Wasted
I will pack the green and blue
Wear them like wings when this place is gone
When this place is gone
I try to find quiet
To hear the wings
Lapping against the sky
The pew creaks in the silence
The emptiness of a shopping bag that cannot be taken home
I bought two oranges
Raspberry water and a bag of Reese’s pieces
It rains and I am cold
I swallow the sugar
Like holy wafers
But not quite as good as powder
The butterfly is unsteady on its path
Fluttering and buttering
My scrunching is too loud
Under St Peter
The giver of keys
Dirty
Graceless
Like scrunching butterfly bones
Like chewing up the chaos.