POEM: ‘Hey God, Your House Is On Fire’

Hey God, your house is on fire.
Girl laughing in the wreckage
Lights another match
Goes up like a rocket
The smell of burning
Skin melting, human Barbie.
She grabs the nearest man
Drifting away as she screams
His aftershave is his vanity, death,
He’s lit up not by your song
But by the crackle of scalding scalp.

30 minutes ago
They gave you thanks
Smiling smugly, the vicar passed the plate.
Kids in too small suits gave pounds
Last pocket money they would make.

The wall collapses
Escape impossible
Old woman prays
The irony of her final day.
Soon her mouth is closed,
Sealed together,
Eyes the same way
You don’t want to see the scene.

30 minutes ago
They gave you thanks
Smiling smugly, the vicar passed the plate.
Kids in too small suits, now dead,
Ignorant to their fate.

One more psalm for the dear departed,
No miracles.
Did they not pay enough?

30 minutes ago
They gave their lives
Screaming sourly, the vicar passes out.
Kids in too big suits, well bled,
A life of worship=nought.

Hey God, your house is on fire!
Hey God, your house is on fire!
Hey God, your house is on fire!
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