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Dawn at the Salzgitter-Bad Train Station Looking west out of the dirty train station you might be excused for thinking we were someplace familiar. It could be taken for Michigan, I know a spot like this near Detroit. The factories heedlessly throw up their beams fires rage all night; the late shift workers have no solace. What magic hand spreads these metals everywhere? my town looks like yours one newspaper, parallel streets, and that bright steely glow, flickering one last time in the distance.