whose face you widowed by
your name, your government
whose mother tongue you bit at
tits and all
who’s mountain-climbing up your passport now
where you at, home country
where you
I know a guy who knows a guy
says watch where you’re
watch watch where you’re
going I know a guy
came here with nothing I
know a guy with nothing
lost everything but his boot
straps says
keep
going balls to the wall and all whose widowed
face you facing made customs
agents blink twice
bit the tongue off all them
off all that and on
TV met your new match
smiling at the screen
we told you
show us your
hands show us
what you got there
got there in your
pockets show us
the forms
worn and all still
going by the wayside
show us what you
know mother
country you mother
country you
mother