Saturday, 15 November 2014

House Fire

I want to burn your house down,
not because I like flames,
or want you dead,
but as a futile gesture
of my granite rage.
I want to set your house on fire,
or maybe break in
when you’re on holiday for two weeks,
and leave the taps running,
and the central heating on
with the thermostat on full,
to see how you react
to having everything you value
taken away from you.
I want to set fire to your house,
to seal every door and window frame,
and fill the house with gas.
And stand in the hall,
and stare at the light switch,
remembering, remembering, remembering.

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