Army choppers fly close to the eves and windows of your house. The guns take aim again, stick out like sharp knives. You watch the city, hear the bombs. Some earth down the block heaves and falls away.
High cupboards fall onto kitchen counters and floors.
Sweep of freezing atomic mist as the walls go. Turns out the roof was always a dreamy thing. It lifts away. Smoke drifts from computers all around. Surely all this commotion must be the huge and generous accident the dying know so well.