Chapter 100 THE DYING FIREMAN

I am the mashed fireman with breast-bone broken,

Tumbling walls buried me in their débris,

Heat and smoke I inspired, I heard the yelling shouts of my comrades,

I heard the distant click of their picks and shovels,

They have cleared the beams away, they tenderly lift me forth.

I lie in the night air in my red shirt, the pervading hus