Map Of The World (part II)

Jane Siberry

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    You mentioned la pieta
    The dotted line
    The holy flapping dress
    White legs carving darkness
    And you traced your thoughts
    On the tablecloth
    As you were speaking
    So when you left i grabbed the white
    And telling tablecloth
    And i carried it out
    Into the empty streets
    And i laid it down
    To see what i could see
    I led my horse along the latitudes
    Across the folds and into white
    And somehow along the way
    My horse slid off sideways
    And was gone forever
    I mourned and then forgot about it
    I resumed the line
    The latitudes and longitudes
    Are calling me
    They're stringing me out
    Across the seas forever
    They say -- da da...
    Map of the world
    I run along the dotted line
    And i grab my flapping dress --- wheeee
    And the global winds rush past me
    Shouting -- this is happiness
    A quick flight to the global edge
    That spans the vast expanse
    To where the mountains meet
    Like relay-runners
    To where the snow caps do
    And the snow-fleurs try
    I raise one arm up to the sky
    To touch a speck --- an eagle flies
    And a stick-figure on the other side
    He waves back to me...(?)
    He said -- da da...
    Map of the world
    A stick-figure with briefcase
    And a business suit and tie
    He walks across the perfect lawn
    (you mean the perfect-perfect-perfect lawn?)
    And he stands there at the foot
    Of the golden office tower
    He says --- "i must get to work today
    I have to get inside somehow"
    But the golden office tower
    Was just a cliff the sun was setting on
    So he ran up along the cliff
    And was gone forever
    He said -- da da...
    You were with us
    When we held our meetings
    At the end of the plains
    La pieta
    Broad topics like ---
    Life and death
    (is dinner ready yet?)
    Yes --- it's a map-of-the-world
    I run along the dotted line
    Beyond the mountain tops
    Past the far-flung icefloes
    And the outlying tundra
    And i circle down
    To see what i can see
    I can see ten men of the kremlin
    Ten pegs upon the plains
    Ten men with stony faces
    Facing west where night erases
    Shadows in the places
    Where the faces
    Of the kremlin used to be
    They say --- da da...
    Map of the world

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