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The Map
The "world map"
Looks a lot like
The war in Iraq
When I am gone away
And you imagine me
Getting married to a Russian man
I met on the internet
Or in Somalia
Between the coconut palms
Kissing a hungry child
And "the blue mouths
Freshly buried" *
Out of your webcam
* From Pablo Neruda's "the dictators" poem