Burn the yard Set off the grass at one throw
The flames damp and slow
Fell the trees Grind it all down to the pulp
The hot dirt smoke
Or stare out at the road - switch off the lights
Bloody hands Take the house down to the ground
Hundreds of thousands of pounds
Splintered skin Breathe through the old barren frame
A low, loud sound
Or stare out at the road - wait for full flight
Air sucked through the roof - the clouds, the moon and stars