Dann Thomas

Rookie - 373 Points (India)

The Fireman - Poem by Dann Thomas

He hears the house quietly plotting
Fire doused fuming an acrid smell
The heat and smoke are choking
His job is to seek the living in hell

His breath labored, gets heavier
Clouds the glass on his face mask
Wet with sweat and dripping water
Fears the fires not had its last laugh

When flame to a fire gives breath
Vipered tongues lash out in disdain.
Like the eyes of man and death
Gomorrah’s fire ever more still claims

The quiet is what worries him in there
Alone among many, with madness itself
To save another is his duty, his care
But today will he be able to save himself?

Every child he rescues is his daughter
Every house on fire is all his own
With the love to save another
His own life he does disown.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, September 13, 2011

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