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