Early in the morning
Along Lexington and Madison
The weary march along the war torn paths
Through the hazy mix of fog and mist
Their battle faces beaten into death masks
Off to work they go

But then on some days
The clouds crack open
The sun shines through
A valley of glass and
Steel catches fire
In the light

The eyes widen and
For moment there is life

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