Palestinian Cigarettes

Palestinian cigarettes burn extremely fast

it seems like, to make them last

we have to stop,

or turn back the clock.

Some say its fate

that makes them burn

this way.


I met an old man,

an olive farmer

in a small village.

Sometimes, he would smoke


or even three packs

a day.


I wouldn’t call him a chainsmoker

it’s just that they burn,

these cigarettes,

so fast.


About soitgoes1984

I was born and raised on land stolen from the Pocumtuc. I now live on a small island in the middle of the Pacific ocean, on land that was stolen more recently, from the Hawaiians. I am addict, struggling to kick the habit of fossil fuel. This work is licensed under a Creative Commons Attribution 4.0 International License.
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