Can you smell it?
Something burning, overdone, burnt.
It comes from far away.
Perhaps, the other side
The air seems heavy
As if carrying death.
But I can’t see,
Can’t see my own end.
I am choking,
But, exhaling something.
Its smoke!
Yes, all round, on every side.
It’s not the night
But the colour of smoke.
I am paralyzed
Even though there’s a snake inside.
I have become pain itself,
My bones are like dust,
My skull is about to split
I am unperturbed.
Beneath my shiny white skin
I am only ashes within,
Surrounded with smoke,
Boiled, burnt, yellow yoke.
