OUR HOUSE IS BURNIN'
Copyright 1996
by Herbert W. Robinson
- Swarms of blackened plumes leach up to coat the ceiling.
- While flames dance off basement floorboards,
- Mercuric crimson breathing acid claws.
- As air becomes poison and our lives become small,
- The shadow of an arsonist slinks along the wall.
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- Our house is burnin'. Phosphor devils circlin'
- And licking at our toes.
- Our house is burnin'. Furtive hands are lurkin',
- And we don't even know.
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- Is there someone else who knows it's not a movie?
- They just shrug, and switch the channel.
- They see it spreading, but they think they're safe.
- Won't catch the kids napping.
- Couldn't be a real blaze.
- The laughs and giggles from their rooms
- couldn't be erased.
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- Our house is burnin'. Phosphor devils circlin'
- And licking at our toes.
- Our house is burnin'. Furtive hands are lurkin',
- And we don't even know.
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- It's plutonium at Rocky Flats.
- It was chlorine at Bhopal.
- Greed leaps up around us behind the silence of Chernobyl's walls.
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- Our house is burnin'. Phosphor devils circlin'
- And licking at our toes.
- Our house is burnin'. Furtive hands are lurkin',
- And we don't even know.