sits heavy on the map, thinking of banana trees rotting Third World Geography, in the sunlight. by Cirilo F. Bautista. The man who watches over it has commandeered all hopes, A country without miracles placed them in a sack, sits heavy on the map, and tied its loose end. thinking of banana trees rotting He goes around carrying it in the sunlight. on his back. The man who watches over it When asked what is inside, has commandeered all hopes, he says, Just a handful of placed them in a sack, feathers, and tied its loose end. just a handful of feathers. He goes around carrying it Thats how light the burden on his back. of government is in peace time When asked what is inside, any tyrant can turn it into a he says, Just a handful of metaphor. feathers, You kneel on the parched earth just a handful of feathers. and pray for rice. Only the wind Thats how light the burden hears your useless words. of government is in peace time The country without miracles any tyrant can turn it into a tries to get up from the page, metaphor. but the bold ink and sharp colors You kneel on the parched earth hold it down. and pray for rice. Only the wind hears your useless words. The country without miracles tries to get up from the page, but the bold ink and sharp colors hold it down.