Sunset Cigar

Sunset Cigar was published in Literary Juice.


Like a slow burning fuse to a well armed sleep bomb

I mark the end of another day alive

Solitary peace breaks the disfigured symmetry of insurgency

And personal holy incense wafts up from my corner of babylon

I pause and reflect into future veteran mirrors of awe

amazed at what I’ve seen and been asked to do

I quietly apologize for my own brand of torture

I secretly dissect my mission and mandate

If I pause too long

my mind drifts to the place I came from

Purple mountain majesties of home and love

yearning for foods gone by and trifels of non-war neighborhoods

So I don’t

I just quietly puff and stare

and hope I make it to another

sunset cigar