There’s a grenade next door that shouts and snores- pulls its own pin, leaves a blaze that it forgets by morning. Sometimes there’s wounds that it leaves behind, sometimes they’re mine, but if I’m not the firing squad I’m not taking the blame. The fire stays low burning it can add its own fuel so I’ll stay low burning and ignore the forest in flames. I’ve tried buckets of water. Sometimes, I’ve struck the match. Nothing works so I only keep watching silent, screaming, sound.