A Pro-Life Fireman

Those flames
Were always on the cusp
Being reduced to
Lonely flickering spires

He didn’t extinguish them
Instead he waited
Maybe a gust of wind would be
The final fatal stroke

Or it could be the rain
That delivers the black curtain

A fireman’s hat could snuff out a life
So tiny and full of promise
Each and every one might be the next Great Fire

But he couldn’t let that happen
Unfortunately, lives just had to be snuffed
The hat came down
Like a massive UFO
Eclipsing the sun
And bringing much-needed change

Cusp

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