it glows the reddest,
when you inhale the
deepest
and
smoke-fill your lungs.
not without a warning
of the direst kind.
the cancer stick
unlike you
is mindful of its duty,
glowing the reddest,
it warns you,
before
striking one more
nail to your coffin.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
like the red light at the traffic island