Tobacco Blood (day 1671) December 26, 2015December 27, 2015 ned fantasy, history & mythology, lost, madness, nature, poem a day, written I am an ancient sailor who Has sent in for the weather, Cigarette and pea coat fending Off my worst of every thoughts. But aye, the closest thing to land Is but a mirage in my eye, So I will keep on biting in To my twist of tobacco blood.