Lawrence
Hall, HSG
Dispatches for the Colonial Office
Three Cigarette
Lighters
And in what landscape of disaster
Has
your unhappy spirit lost its road?
-Thomas Merton, “For my Brother”
I was strolling along for my digestion and health
Inspecting the refreshing October winds
Counting the summer-tired leaves floating to earth
And noting the brightness of autumn’s yellow flowers
Off in the weeds a cigarette lighter presented itself
It didn’t work. A second cigarette lighter did
A useful souvenir of my evening walk
And then a third – three cheap lighters, all in a row
A cocaine trail of disposable dreams
Disposable lighters, disposable lives
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