Maps are lies,
sheets of geographical,
ecclesiological,
illogical bull shit.
The Atlantic does not change
its depth, its hue, its violence
at some magical, mysterious point
somewhere south of
Terra del Fuago
to become
The Pacific,
serene, sociable, solicitous.
It is all one ocean.
To walk away is to walk towards.

So, all you
murderous missionaries, preturbed priests,
podium punching politicans,
land lusting, border invading insurgents,

STOP FIGHTING!!!!
IT’S JUST DIRT!!!

I cannot turn my eyes
to or from your boundary
and not, in that instant,
see my own reality
not some artficial border
guarded by some meaningless
force of habit.