I've been asked to write something based on show... not tell.

This poem is about Ash, see if it tells you the story I intended it to.

Yellow fingers tap

At the ash

A shit stained burn

Marks all that’s past

Time measured by smoked

Down fags

Of papers and ashes

And snot filled rags

Tobacco ashes,

Dust to dust

Old medals lie

Until they rust

Time and heart run to an end

Hum drum drum drum

Chimney ash

All souls ascend

A greasy window

Rubbed holes for a view

A porthole a peephole

For some tattooed Jew

Neville Raper 03/17

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