Fire-
Fire he screamed…
From the lookout tower
Sloshing buckets arrived in the angst of men
Fire he wailed…
From his ghastly nightmares
In came his friends with those comforting words
Fire he jested…
In the crowded celebration chamber
Psychiatrists came running with pencils and pads
Fire he directed…
As a flat and distant playwright
Columnists praised on the papers front page
Fire he cried…
All buckled in a straightjacket
And no one cared to pay attention
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