Did You Smoke?
Did you smoke clove cigarettes then like everyone else,
tuning their ears to dove song mistaken for an owl’s who-
whoo? Candles guttered in punchholed tin; we camped upwind
from death and squandered what we had on fun, Edgar twice-haunted,
Marvin done. Your ghost absconded with the Book of Love.
Did you smoke clove cigarettes then? Did you?