Cremation

The labored breaths
The heart struggling
To wet the vessels
I have but one thing
To hold on to dearly
The orange dot
Turns red as a ruby
As I start to suckle
On the teat of it
One last drag
One last flight
One last moment
Before the respite
One last promise
Will be broken
Like my lifeline
The charred ashes
The passage of smog
To calm my nerves
A farmer’s heart
An industry
The grocery store
The trees cut down
To light the matches
Mean nothing personally
The milligrams of tar
Over the years
Blackened lungs
White cigarettes
Never learnt the lesson
Through the rough patches
Yet I lived over a hundred years

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