Sleepless Lunatic

 
 
burnt offerings sacrificed to the full moon  
 
 
 
a childhood memory evoked  
 
 
stepping into Opas study (grandfather for those unfamiliar)
 
smelling of old musty books and stale cigarettes
 
a tremendous scent to be sure  
 
his ashtray as piled up as mine is becoming
 
just thinking about what he saw as a boy during world war  two
 
causes me to light up another burnt offering  
 
even as the last smoulders and dies