middlesex art/litmag

Month: September, 2012


The Bravura of the Fireman

As he wandered through the torn up house
And put out each last flame,
He felt a rush of ecstasy
In each halcyon wave.

As he shook his hose very
And ran all through the fire
The bravura of the fireman
Was the kind to admire

As his running came to a halt,
He heard a crying mother
Surrounded by a wall of flames
Oh, how she was getting smothered

But, hark, he came, the fireman
With his hose on his shoulder
He grabbed the mother and took no other
And ran back even bolder

His put the last fire out
By taking a cold shower
He knew he could do this no more,
For he had left no power

The bravura of the fireman
Began to be extinguished
He knew he had no time left in
He never felt more anguish

As his life was put out in his home,
He died with a last smile,
The bravura of the fireman,
Turn out to be worthwhile

–Rock Hoffman, Sept. 11, 2012

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Maddie Mellin