House On Fire

We were walking, softly talking
Belmont and Thirteenth
As the jets punched out a beating drum
Shook the earth and killed the silence
Couples ran down driveways in surprise
Children cried, animals howled, sirens screamed
Black smoke billowing, thick and salacious
From the cracks in your teeth
Chewing rags and spitting back into
A panicked camera crew, and through
The grainy screens of a million streets, where a canyon forms
And rips apart the young and old of every single color
We never became who we wanted to be when we were younger, sucked into
A jet and spewed back out into circumstances
Out of our control and realization
His eyes are closed, head held low
We are close types, we are style scopes
Living inside a burning home