The footnote swallows the page
Today New York kind of looks like Beirut
But Beirut never looked like New York
Yet New York kind of cuts to the quick as it quickens
The dispossessed define the dying age
We were so wrapped up in the internecine strife
Of the last of the so-called European centuries
My compadres
That we didn't see it coming
So the footnote works its way up from the bottom of the page
Filled with a certain understandable sense of rage
At justice unforthcoming
I have seen two feet standing proud in the sand
Cathedrals worn away by the rain
New dawns bringing season's change
Relentless
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