Your cigar is missing
from your grave.
Did you want
to fool the woman
recently buried
next to you?
Let her find out later
you like to smoke,
when she can’t
get away.
Ashes
Your urn isn’t buried
very deep.
You easily reach up, knock
the stones off your marker,
to make a good seat
for smoking
that cigar I left you.
You inhale the ashes,
and return underground,
hoping I’ll bring you
another cigar.
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