Lexi stood next to me, on the porch.
He struck up a match to light a cigarette,
and the air was filled by a beautiful smell of phosphorous.
As his eyes widened and smoke
billowed and streamed from his nostrils,
he looked like a Japanese dragon.
Samuel Stuart Pennell
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-cinder-and-the-ash/
