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Tick-tock, seven o'clock, time to get up, time to get up, seven o'clock! // The morning house lay empty. // It repeated the date three times for memory’s sake. // It was raining outside. // “Rain, rain, go away; rubbers, raincoats for today…” // At eight-thirty the eggs were shriveled and the toast was like stone. // The house was clean. // The sun came out from behind the rain. // This was the one house left standing. // The gentle sprinkler rain filled the garden with falling light. // “Who goes there? What’s the password?” // drawn shades in an old maidenly preoccupation // self-protection which bordered on a mechanical paranoia. // an altar with ten thousand attendants, // the gods had gone away. // the ritual of the religion continued senselessly, uselessly. // angry at inconvenience. // only silence was here. // its eyes turned to fire. // Delicately sensing decay // like great butterflies // yellow giraffes, blue lions, pink antelopes, lilac panthers // The walls were glass. // the walls lived. // the lazy bumble of a purring lion. // the murmur of a fresh jungle rain. // smoking, waiting. // The house was silent. // There will come soft rains // swallows circling with their shimmering sound; // frogs in the pools singing at night, // wild plum trees in tremulous white; // not one will know of the war. // if mankind perished utterly; // Would scarcely know that we were gone. // the house began to die. // The wind blew. // licking, eating, // “Fire, fire, fire!” // tried to save itself. // the windows were broken // in ten billion angry sparks// too late. // as even an elephant must at the sight of a dead snake. // clear cold venom // An explosion! // torn the skin off // Run, run! // Help, help! // a tragic nursery rhyme, // like children dying in a forest,// alone, alone. // One, two, three, four, five voices died. // Blue lions roared, purple giraffes bounded off. // maniac confusion, yet unity; // singing, screaming, // with sublime disregard // Smoke and silence. // Among the ruins,