Every Alien

Now I’m thinking about framing the chest x-ray
they gave me at my immigration medical.
I’m trying to make out the shape of clouds
which have turned my lungs a filmy white.

I roll myself a cigarette and inspect it.
Lying less than a finger’s length in my hand
it looks like the smallest of soldiers
in an army comprised of many men.
Each one burnt to a sacrifice
and each with a similar purpose.

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