A smoke signal plumes from my defiant lips Shivering in the cold And rises into the atmospheric light of the city It was never meant to be an SOS It was intended to say "Save yourselves" But as far as I can see it has fallen entirely upon deaf ears As just one voice in a confluence of voices- A river of smoke signals climbing steadily into the smoggy air Like prayers To a god we know we don't believe in.
Inhale---------------------
Exhale.
Save yourselves And it twists and bends and floats away To meet the others All screaming some collective emotion that will be left otherwise unexpressed; And it is probably better that way.