The Fire Escape
the men in the lobby sip weak coffee
out of white styrofoam cups, because it’s free.
in turn these cups choke out oceanic life
perhaps as soon as a week later.
these men eat tuna out of a can as long as the label says tuna
and not porpoise or zebra or eagle or Labrador retriever.
apathetic as zoo exhibits, they watch the game shows
on a flat-screen TV above the bogus hearth.
the men in the lobby, fresh from the fire escape,
claim to have quit smoking for good.