Call the fire brigade, St. Peter's town is drowning

Outside it was grey
Inside it was worse
The bombs were coming down
And the children begged to see you
Where you lay,
Head wrapped
In a hospital bed.
I sat in frames of shame
Counting the tiles with my own good eyes
And my own good voice
You had lost yours
You were miming and mouthing out rhymes to your visitors
Still smiling,
Cuz you liked it.

I hear the airplanes,
But now they're frightening
The gunshots already sound like wounds
I was rocking back and forth in the hotel where my own demise was thickening
A plan you saw through,
A feeling I'll sort out later
You gave me an escape ladder-
Red runged.
You boiled in pain when I couldn't climb out
I tried to dance in the flames but I was flailing about
It hurt worse than I thought
Or could even imagine
I wasn't the first-
The children were laughing
We're well fed, we'll share bread
I hunkered down in the bottle
Your thumb on the cork
I drowned in the sweet liquid toxins

Then I joined you.
In the fields of daisies
we cried for the children
As the bombs came down
We roped our rib cages together
And shed our burnt skins
They called down the mountain for us to come and join them
So we did
We never looked back.
And to this day,
I feel bad that we didn't.