"For all we know it's just a lie,
scare your son, scare your daughter."
curl heaven-wards, words of
ash, grey flowerbeds
climbing blue veins
buds fed on oxygen suck light
pluck petals from twisted thorns
on branches of blood and air.
An horizon nears with each puff
the tar on the road thick black
pedestrians crossing sticking
brothers, sisters, fathers, mothers, daughters,
just crossing pedestrians
with each puff
an horizon nears
delusions reality of pain
a slow blue-faced suicide
wintry sympathy buried in the
ash, poisoned water
salted falters falls fails
to breathe, anger tainted tears
full branches of blood and air.