Magellan the Night Before
In the Chile and Kuwait of the night
I shall Rome your Tehran.
There’ll be no Russia in my Hungary for you
as you lay there on the Sofia,
Perth and merest of Beijing.
O keep still, Kenya?
Zaire all mine.
I’ll Venice and go Oslo.
Norway that I will Delhi
for I am Amman too.
So let my Iceland and Greece on your Holland,
my hands cup your Brussels and the Bucharest underneath,
my lips kiss your Naples, Tangiers and Zurich
with Hanoi.
NIger the gods can stop me.
They Congo and be the first to Haiti me with Iraq.
They can Bern and leave me a Belize.
Let them rage
and go Madrid.
But I will Kiev this Wales
Denmark this moment
that it may not Paris.
Oh, sweetest Seoul,
I Libya!
