We went to the fire after the explosion burst
With the fire brigade who were called first
As you entered the house you would swoon
You could smell the petrol all about the rooms
And we found him in the kitchen on the floor
Spread out and burnt in the petrol fire's roar
And he was as black as soot on his skin
But you could still recognise him
The report we wrote on that day
Was about a man whose life went astray
His marriage had broken up recently
Causing him to see no hope for his future you see
So he bought a can of gasoline and went home
Spreading it around the floor and sat there alone
He lit up a cigarette and took a long puff
Exploding the house and blowing the roof off.
© Paul Warren Poetry
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