In These Parts

She comes to you naked, tawny,
Full of democratic innocence,
Too full of unruined lands.
And you accept the gift because
There is no masturbation without representation.

Plant a flag in her pussy because you are her homeland now,
Her dictator and her liberator.
You feed her rice and wash her shores with green waves.
It's your outline she carves into globes and your history she teaches her children.