It was there, etched in monochrome,
Sprawling like a dark tree on a shabby canvas,
Reminiscent of knowing smiles that covered
His clenched teeth, playing with the fire in between.
As he rolled it slowly on the tip of his tongue,
Oblivious to the burn marks kissed across his lips,
His love, and his cigarette, and bits of ashes on the X-Ray
Of so many holes, that he has had in his heart
Has, oh , how, spread to his lungs.