Burned, hit from behind
Mouth wide, head split, brains oozing
Another sad scene

Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, death is part of the job.
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Burned, hit from behind
Mouth wide, head split, brains oozing
Another sad scene
Haiku are short — very short — poems
In this haiku, death is part of the job.
“You don’t become a hero with the pinning of a badge,” said the Captain to the rookie.
“If not then, when?” he asked.
“You’re about to find out,” he replied as they arrived at a fully involved high rise fire. “People trapped on the third floor. Are you ready, kid?”