Nature
mh   3/31/98


Smoke from an unsmoked cigarette, modern-day Jew's Cloud,
led you that night.
When it dissipated you again were lost.

    In the cancer ward the counseling room
    was the cigarette parlor by popular demand.
    You remember wondering how
    the leaf on the precise, hard, cold floor entered,
    for it is just what they were trying to keep out-nature.

The unsmoked cigarette cometted to the ground.
God's stars reflected your burning ashes
While two of your friends lay dying.