Not smoking also kills.

We know what would have
Come to Westminster;
What make of dust would
Have sifted passed crushed
And greased bone.

We see, as we should every
Winter, what’s done with
Dry powder, with paper
And plastic and lightning
Rod timber rhinestones.

We cheer in that manner
Of ours that’s winsome,
But forget in the face of
The pyre that the cause of
The quarrel was homegrown.