– 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 at me. My work’s not even close.
Those who wished in secret for mourning as great as yours to sustain them,
never mourned anyone.
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First published in The Antioch Review
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