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Our train to Ergani and the past
Pauses, sometimes for hours
On a siding to nowhere
Waiting patiently so patiently
In the indescribable silence
Of a long Anatolian night
For the train to Ankara and the benighted present
Which will free the long and silvered rails
That allow but one journey at a time.

ARW
1994

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