Poetry

Poem: Smoking Dynamite

By: Andrew J. Stone

Dynamite smokers

The game went like this:
My brother and his friends
would stand in a circle facing
each other with a stick of
dynamite in their mouths.
They’d light the wick and
whoever let it burn the longest
before putting it out would win.
My brother only won once.
He refused to put it out.

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