The Man
The firefighter lurched out of the building carrying a boy
So limp, pale, eyes shut
Black soot covered their faces
Smoke billowed from the windows behind
Hard to see through the throngs of rubberneckers
The top three floors of the tenement were ablaze
The man mentally patted himself on the back
Piteous cries arose over the commotion
Some would die for certain
Loss of life collateral damage
Water from the pumpers too little too late
One less eyesore in his city
Time to set another fire
And clean up the garbage
But I have too much to declare
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