Stonewall Jackson Shares His Smokes Poem by Martin Lochner

Stonewall Jackson Shares His Smokes



Tense pull on the filter

Crisp crackling sounds
Of paper leave

Burns red at the tip
Pulse signals of dimming brights

Black stained stub falls
To the ground

And the general says
Smoke em boys

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