Visit

Cheeks like leaves
Turning crunchy
Mouth
Breathes barely
Hand that reaches
Closes, reaches
The room darkens
Bulb in the lamp
Cigar sparks
Pits go damp
By the orange guide
He lists all his friends and
Relatives who died with
A croak his features ageless
In the smoke
The bulb finds life
The hand reaches again
“Well, my new friend, what’s
Your plan?”