I ROSE FROM THE DEAD - and another poem for #audiomo

I rose from the dead We’d all love to rise from the dead and snatch a second chance from the teeth of history. Which of you would refuse resurrection and leave the stones in place until the winter breaks? My death was cold and stank of feces ... (continued in audio) Song of my Butterfly No one heard the song of the butterfly not even my mother, my brothers, nor the dog-walker who strode by our garden and allowed his Bernese Mountain Dog to pee all over my butterfly’s buddleia. No one noticed the sigh of my Painted Lady as she mated with the neighbour’s Painted Man ... (continued in audio)