A Smoker's Lung Poem by Alistair Adkinson

A Smoker's Lung



I’m a smoker’s lung,
torn open, bloody, and corroded,
waiting for the surgeon’s knife,
to save me, or do me in.

She is ready to begin.

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Michael Emine 05 July 2006

let the party begin

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