And I saw those first responders
With their dogs, when I went back,
Two weeks later, back to school,
Past the security checkpoints,
And into the dust surrounding
Ground Zero, and past the shoes,
Laying on the ground, forgotten,
Past the papers shuffling in a wind,
Past the rescue people with boots,
Boots caked with what was left there,
Left in that hole.
You are a great writer, I can feel the sadness, confusion of why this all had to happen to innocent people in your words.