Fireman

That one who is at home in the fire room of a ship, the road smoking with molten asphalt, the blacksmith's forge, the galley oven, the burn pile...


... holds tightly what we would drop from blistered hands, stands still wherefrom we would run for our lives, churns at vital labors unseen.


From the gallery, Portrait of the Artist as a Jung Man.

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