As The Blue Smoke
P Patti Masterman
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As the blue smoke, risen pointless to the skies
Was rafting upward, and whole worlds moved in counterpoint;
Demon sighs, collapsing charcoal'd unison, jetsam flies-
But smithereens, all our fancied wiles
Couldn't save the Humpty-men,
One hundred and ten damnation stories high.
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