We are a family perishing
in our own home. It is below zero
outside and we set fire
to the house, which is in the middle of no-
where, to warm us up. Our very own pyre.
Look, here comes the shiny fire brigade, flying
the flag. Pumped firemen shout orders, uncoil
black snakes. They assure us “Everything
is okay” as they hose our house with jets of oil.