It's over now, they weren't found.
We've cleaned the pile from Hallowed Ground.
Recovery's ended, time to rebuild.
Soon the empty Pit will be totally refilled.

 

The lost remembered in many a heart:
Heroes, clerks, stock traders of this group are part.
But another cohort from the margins erased
Were the homeless denizens the WTC encased.

 

Of soul and flesh just like us all.
They called the WTC home before its fall.
Now where are they, does anyone ask?
No posters, funerals or in memory they bask.

 

The lost of the lost erased from the earth.
No memorial to them will ever be given birth.
The first anniversary now looms on high.
Who for these homeless souls will cry?

 

                     c 2002 Leona M Seufert