In the crackling of electricity
I found some pity
For myself and my unfortunate rendition
Of the well-described and misattributed
Everyman’s condition
Fire in the corridor
Brought home
What the living are supposed to be for
And like chair-beaten dogs
Limbs sprung into action
There is no smoke without fire
I said, but couldn’t laugh without choking
Serves me right for joking
Insincerely
Through the glass darkly, I saw clearly
It was a first
Firefighter hacked through that glass
Are you alright there?
He was brave.
It was not one of those times
When it’s best to stay quiet
If you have nothing to say