Sacred Ground
I see them among the tourists and curiosity seekers too,
but they are neither of the above. How sadly true.
They are there when I show up for work everyday at Ground Zero.
They are there when my workday is over and it's time to go.
It is for they that I endure the back breaking labor everyday.
There are easier jobs I can be on. I'm not just here for the pay.
They are the mourners whose lost loved ones were never found.
Not for one moment do I ever forget that I'm working on Sacred Ground.
Copyright © Billy Thekidster | Year Posted 2010
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