House on fire by Peter Murphy (1983)
A sunset like oranges and flames like tears
and the smell of heat and charcoal and smoke
and darkness like the sea and rooms of fire
that is what has brought us here
this shrieking frame of a house we know
as it sputters and crackles and crashes and shatters
while we stand around and do not speak
and stare into the fall of night
We have come for this
to see the flames across each other's eyes
and to hear the careful boom between our ears
under control now as it peters out
We have come to see these breaking limbs and
to lower our heads before a flag of fire
We have come to see our neighbour's house burn down.