commotion

by Tim Cunningham

Posted to Poetry on 2002-02-24 01:12:00

a rifle and a cigarette
both smoking and killing
yet, imagine a world without

erase them and mankind
is obsolete
every vice a point
of recongnition
whether steam from leaden pipes
or burning timber

this is inaffective,
a destiny,
believer or not,
lowered in all
that is us