Ashtray

Clumsy, ugly, beautiful fingers,
have stubbed their hearts
in my face.

I've seen them come, go.
I've witnessed like some ancient stone
the rise and fall of nations.

The loves, plots, deaths,
I've lived them all,
and nothing remains but ash.


Les Prescott

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