Fire on the lawn

Come over tonight

We'll put up fire

On our lawns

Of bon and bene

Reams of smoke

Twisting in streams 

The acrobatics of chimneys 

For the char of yesterdays

For the coke 

The black snow silence

That settles each morning

That's what it's for, you know

Though we can have our smoke

And our destructs

And the evenings spent in glows

Redder still, 

place behind eyes

Redder still,

 the sun's place on the other side of the sky

Where a sunset matters, and the sunrise only happened