Sinned to Ashes

Sinned to Ashes 

A fluttering hand
Leads this final cigarette
To the blemished lips
I pleaded with for mercy.

One last chance
Laughed off by a thump,
So bare, so cold,
Without but one theatrical sentiment.

Merely two anxious eyes,
Eagerly gawping
The slug’s new dwelling down,
Spilled with surreal veracity.

Splendid realism
Enlightened the sun-spoilt doorway,
The very last vision
Roving my mind.

Yet I have a wife and son,
Scorched with grand love,
Smoldering away
Towards this filter.

This ultimate cigarette,
Accompanying death,
Augmenting sheers of smoke
To adhere oozing blood, 

Marks another anonymous execution
Justified in the Holocaust,
Saluted with boasted tales
And ferocious laughter.

This lustrous cigarette
Bids for convictions of souls so foul
In madly slopped gasoline.
Oh, free me and malevolent in these flames.