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The Great Pornographer had helpers, and their desire
was to peer inside everybody's shirt.

They asked, Do you love your country?

Yes, I said. Yes. And I explained about pride,
and I talked about duty--

but I saw bricked cities, broken factory windows
in Lowell, old farms in Ohio, young families,
the white bark of poplars just beyond the machinery,
and I saw love--your mother breaking open
a pomegranate--her tongue, fuchia.



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