A poem to the tune of Units “Mission”

by josephzizys

smoke calls:
death
death
death
.

no more hiding
this reminder –
on the lips
cutting into the lung-

the tart rank smell
impregnates the skin
promise
promise of pain to come –

the pain that does not relent
the pain of death
death
death
.

the beautiful singer
and her beautiful song
are what will be taken
death –

what we must give up,
the taking of which,
is the pain that compounds –
death death death
.

smoke.
a reminder.
death
death
death
.

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