The last, the very last,
bright, richly colored yellow.
I saw it this morning when
we were standing for role call.
The last, the very last butterfly.
The getto here is very dark,
cold, an small.
Butterflies shouln't live here,
here in the Terezin ghetto
It flew up into the grey sky to
whisper to the world good by.
The last, the very last.
After that day in role call
I have never seen another butterfly
(Deticated to Pelvic Shlo)