A Fireman’s Lament

No more can I do this job,
Grief takes away sleep,
My humanity diminished.
Each matted, blackened soul
Lies broken in my hand.

To live, closed off and distant
From the hurt that occupies
Each waking  moment
Of someone else’s life,
Should not be, but is.

Children wrapped in blankets
As they were when first arrived.
Then, they were placed in safety
But now there are no bright colours
Smiles or silly making faces.

A pall of smoke remains
Where dust-filled toys and cots
Are fallen in the rush.
A place where happiness ruled
Deposed by a death unjust.

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