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164 The Mapmaker for FX Walker II We sent for A man with hands A carver A stonecutter A chiseler Someone to dig through All the distortions To etch us right Someone to bring us out Out of all the wood grains there are And finally be All our living colors Mapmaker Your touch And wood talks Like a compass Protractor Between all your many hands Measuring us out Underneath all your sawdust fingernails Rulering us around Knowing us so From here to there just so Making us Hair that branches and breaks Into lakes and rivers Making us Ears that curve back around Like mothercountry ways home 165 Making us Noses that are citystates Eyes that are the oysterbeds of constellations And lips twin countries That sit open to the sea Here sits the shape of us We sent for Just a man with hands But a mapmaker With X in his name Marking all our treasure spots Has Come ...

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