Apotrópaios

After pouring it back into the eastern Earth

Drenched in moonwater and amethyst 

I lit the last cigarette

And told a passing plane

“We’re finished”

To confirm I had a witness.

If there’s a burning tower somewhere, 
You’ll be sure to find Justice

By following the trail of ashes. 
At the end, she’ll be there 

With her sisters 

Smoke, Amaretto, and Charm

Dancing all in a circle, 

Locked in arms.