Storstockholms brandförsvar

Här skrattar de när byggnader brinner. Här går momset rill

Oj då, säger jag, byggnaden brinner där borta, brandbilarna rullar sakta, mot brandstationens porta. Men när de såg drakelden, den stora, glödande spisen, …

Oh, I say, the building is burning over there, the fire engines roll slowly, towards the fire station gate. But when they saw the dragon fire, the big, glowing stove, they backed up quickly, as if scared of an invisible lost person. A fire engine happened to hit a car on the road, one was injured, but the firefighters secretly got away. Then, with the cars in reverse, they returned in a hurry, to the fire station that was already in the throes of the fire. They said they had saved a cat, how much of a pay rise it would give, but the boss he didn't answer, his soul was already grave. He walked outside the body, among rubble and stone, a ghost of leadership in a building that has long since disappeared. Oh, the fire station in blazing light, big flames that swallow up all noise. A few brave men try with a gentle hand, to save a cat that is stuck in a tree sometimes. But the cat, it doesn't want to, it wants to play more, although help is near, it doesn't want to go down. The firefighters say, "We just wanted to save a friend," but the fire it grows, it still devours everything. Oh well, the fire station is now just ash and smoke, the cat climbs down, without any help in its search. And here the firefighters sit, thoughtful and silent, with memories burning, although the flames are now bright.