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The dogs run right through that black sky

They lead us up and upon

The vast wooden terraces of heaven

Fashioned like some celestial bathhouse.

We storm the balustrades

Make it inside, and I start shaking with joy

when I realise

What all my fellow sky-walkers have in mind –

We are suddenly fired with the ecstasy

of destruction.

All tubs, vases, cups, baths, bronzes –

Anything filled with water we crash down,

We mass around divine sinks, wells, ponds,

Smash their sides open or crack their bases out.

Baths, sinks, showers, garden taps, we turn them all on

Until all the halls of heaven run like rivers...

We burst into tanks, reservoirs, cisterns, as if

They are safes guarding the greatest of treasures.

Millions of litres, gallons, rivers, sky-falling seas

Rush from these terraces and fall towards earth

We’ve never seen rain like this and it falls

Straight to the fire’s heart

about to extinguish everything.

The dogs bark in joy, and the rest of us

Laugh in triumph and rush back to earth

Hoping we’ll be the first out

Dancing in our

midnight, rain-drenched streets.

The danger over.