The Fireman Poem by Joen Coronel

My house was set afire that night
My clothes, my things were fading
Like cremains filling my fright
While I'm just in one corner, crying

My heart transformed into candle
As I began to melt slowly
The roofs -they bounced, they fell
Unto my head, bald and bloody

The sight's abhorrent aftermath
The spring of trauma hopped around
As the flames forced me to sit flat
In the florid ground of fire and sound

Their bodies slept helpless, breathless
Wishing that these tears would dust them off
The insatiable fire that engulfed them, heartless
Cold as the wind that took off

The fear inside- it's still shedding its skin
Until a soul in yellow crushed the sinister blaze
The water tattooed its calm torrent within
The inferno ceased, the nightmare's erased

My eyeballs ricocheted
I failed to thank that man in sand-stained coat
My hopes rocketed
Wishing to find him one day on a boat

He didn't have the nerve to speak
Nor the heart to leave any message in the wire
He just left the razed field, so as to seek
Another victim caught in the fire.