– for Feyzulla Sacit Ulku
only a few copies left, passed from hand to hand.
fireflies in a field. it is summer:
long days of sleep. back and forth across the years.
long days of waiting under the earth.
of two of your predictions: the end of the nation-states comes true.
look up, look up at me.
those who wished in secret for mourning as great as yours to transform them,
never mourned anyone.
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First published in The Antioch Review
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