The Last Laugh?
by Timothy Lawton on Jan.12, 2010, under 2000, Poetry
4/27/00
The smoke rises in white waves and streaks
Encompassed in a spherical cloud
Yet, I can hear the dead Indians laughing
Chuckling in their graves
Thinking
“They may have taken our land, raped our women, and killed us almost to the last.”
“But, we gave them cigarettes!”
Tobacco, the time-bomb that keeps on ticking
More effective than bullets
Longer lasting than radiation
It just keeps on killing, and killing, and killing
The perpetual motion machine of revenge
Maybe the Indians will have the last laugh after all
Or, should I say the last cough?
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