“Filthy-Throated Smoker”
Filthy-throated smoker,
thank god your lighter makes a sound —
otherwise, you’d poison
a room, a person, a life
in silence.
There’s even time to escape.
But your throat
is so foul
it stinks up the underworld
with your dishonor.
Where does so much shamelessness come from?
Where is this darkness born?
Do you not have
a single drop of conscience?
Who gave you that weapon?
Who held your hand
as you walked into rooms
that now reek just like you?
I will not stay silent.
I will not bow
to your smoke.
With every cigarette you light,
another piece
of humanity burns —
and still,
you sit there,
smoking with no shame.