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--- G R E G O R Y   D J A N I K I A N

It's not clear if he bribed an official, 
or he knew someone, or he knew 
no one, not the mayor, or the consul, 
not the soldier who lifted a sword 
above his head ready to strike, but he ducked, 
or he played dead, or became invisible,
or his neighbor came to save him,
said I know him, let no harm come
and none came as he ran, as he rode a cart,
journeyed by foot to Aleppo 
or Izmir, to Constantinople 
where he took a ship, or he swam the Bosporus,
made a boat out of reeds,
made wings out of feathers and wax
he got out, he got out

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