The Burning Poem by Abraham de la Torre

This is the way to roll 'em
Break a chip of the brown block
(Not necessarily old, although age makes a diff)

Break a signature cigarette open
Gathering the shreds in a tidy pile
(For a heap of heaven later)

Tear a small square off the wrap
Close it in on the chip
Strike a match, light a light
Heat the chippy up enough

Put the toasted chip onto the pile
And mash, mash, mash it
(Watch the clammy hands
Accumulate bits of precious pieces
Scrape 'em off
With tender, loving industry)

The pile is now a heap
Heaven almost here.