The Smoker's Song

"As you wither in smoke,

Die in gravel, not leaves.

Keep the inferno from consuming",

he says as he chucks

the harbinger of fire

toward a sea of stone

Upon the sole leaf blooming.

Reviews

[Joshua Carl Cruz]

no matter the ceremony, the cigarette still ended up burning the leaf. intentional or accidental is what i'm curious to know, like despite our best efforts to not cause pain we end up doing it anyway. good poem