The Spirit Eater

As the smoke
Danced through
Yellow teeth.
I smiled
To see the
Shapes they made.

The figures that
Span and fell.
Animals fled and
Pranced.
All
With just a
Tar clad grin.

And still I remember
Them now.
Writhing in those
Dark gaps. 
Many years
Passed. 

Realising. 
Finally. 
They were
Never
smoke.

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