Relentless

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.