The Smoke That Dances

Hi, friend.

I see you there, hastening your demise.

How does it feel?

The carcinogens flowing through your bloodstream

Following your veins like cars on so many metropolitan streets.

Do you know where they’re heading?

I do, and I don’t like it.

Is it worth the smell?

And having me avoid you?

Hi, friend.

I see you there, in your pine box.

How does it feel?

They said it was cancer

Attacking your lungs and throat like a psychopath in the night.

Do you know how it happened?

I do, and I warned you.

Was it worth dying?

And saying goodbye to us?