Smoke

The pretty smoke dances,
It curls and twirls,
It swirls seductively
Slowly winding
From the softly sizzling cherry.
Ambidextrous,
Its first hand
Rakes hot coals over delicate pink flesh
And pumps poison
Through streams that flow life,
While its second
Chokes the life
From friends
And loved ones.

The grey smoke growls
From aluminum, metal alloy, chrome and rubber
Beasts.
They migrate in herds of millions
Twice daily
9 am and 5 pm.
Their sputters, coughs and howls
Combine into great clouds
Of smoke
No silver lining.

The beautiful black smoke billows
Into great big blossoms
And forms massive columns
Monuments
Over the countless varieties of life
Unknown
The potential medicines of men
Undiscovered
The divine splendor of nature
Unseen
Ashes all.

The sultry smoke shimmers
It separates and undulates upwards
From the charred corpse of the child
Melted to the swingset
Where she played
Until the smoke burst and bloomed
And recklessly consumed
Lives.

God of Noah and Lot
Perhaps it is time
For your next great flood
The world is burning.