Raising dust smoke we are
spreading our ashes near and far
swirling carbon in still air
caught by a breeze taken to a place more fair
We\'re nothing more than burning coals
our essence heavenward rolls
far from the fire that burns
released liberty gravity spurns
Covering both face and hands
black messages in dark bands and sooty strands
charcoal word clouds carried to other lands
smoke poems no one understands