Cigarettes in the snow
Outside the Rehab house.
There was something familiar
About the addicts faces-
A haunted, starved look
As though they just emerged from a long, arduous war.
Their skin had not seen the sun for awhile.
Did they even remember childhood,
How it felt before the hunt began?
To wake up without hunger,
To see a landscape that didn’t include
Nooses hanging from the trees?