Steady Breath

Created chaos calls for an ordained priest,
To bring order.
But he can’t, because he’s stuck at a feast.
Feeding his disorder.

A fire eats away a house like a snack,
A living Hell.
The firefighter, shell shocked, stands back.
Afraid of the smell.

The patient lays on the table bleeding,
Only seconds left.
The surgeon stands staring, hands shaking.
About to commit theft.

The priest puts down the fork.
The firefighter picks up the hose.
The surgeon takes a steady breath.

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