After the Sabbath Prayers

After the Sabbath prayers
The Baal Shem's butterfly
Followed me down the hill
Now the Baal Shem is dead
These hundreds of years
And a butterfly ends it's life
In three flag-swept days
So this was a miracle
Dancing down all these wars and truces
Yellow as a first day butterfly
Nothing of time or massacre
In it's bright flutter

Now the sharp stars are in the sky
And I am shivering as I did last night
And the wind is not warmer
For the yellow butterfly
Folded somewhere on a sticky leaf
And moving like a leaf it'self
And how truly great
A miracle this is, that I
Who this morning saw the
Baal Shem's butterfly
Doing it's glory in the sun
Should spend this night in darkness
Hands pocketed against the flies and cold