Bogota

There is a caldera around Boaz,
there are green emeralds in Bogota,
there are emeralds in the mines, in the mountains, above Bogota,
mines of green emeralds above Bogota, in Columbia,
green emeralds in the mines of green mountains,
in the hills of infinite value in Bogota, in Columbia.
Money drives its yellow cab through the streets of Bogota,
past hungry children begging in the streets of Bogota,
in Columbia, in Columbia, below the mountain of green emeralds,
beneath the hill of green emeralds, beneath the stones of infinite value,
and see, there goes the yellow cab around the corners of Columbia,
there goes the yellow cab down the brown streets of Bogota,
past the cats that are not curious,
past the dogs that do not bark,
past children who do not
read, or write, or eat,
beneath the stones
of infinite value.