His arms waved desperately, as he begged us not to leave
He knew what he was doing, and his words did not deceive
We waited at the window, but the air was a glass door
We watched while he sprinted, as if rushing out to war
His laughter rivaled flame, reaching the silent street
We sighed with relief, when the hose was at his feet
We screamed at his aim, and the water pressured through
He pressed for us to freeze, as the smoke and heat outdrew

He lit a cigarette, when the danger had released
He knew what he was doing, and that’s why we’re all deceased