I don't know what to do, the stoves gone out. (1 Viewer)

I've been looking but can't find this poem I read years ago that has been on my mind lately. I believe story goes that he's gotten off a terrible night at work, and on the way home he comes across various horrific sights such as a dead dog, and a recent car accident where one of the cars is turned on its side with lifeless bodies inside. They inspire the usual nihilistic musings, and when he gets home his woman runs out the door screaming, "I don't know what to do. The ovens gone out." Idk how much of that's accurate, like I said it's been years. Any help would be greatly appreciated, thanks.
Bit different than I remember

This may be the reason:
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