"Texas, wide no limit, the whole state and airport.
A continent a continent marbles could roll across.
And they say when the fist of the sun
hammers it the natives love it, feel they would die if moved.
They have struggled to stay and have won--
a catastrophe.
Now they deserve it, a cruel thing to say.
But true, but wide.
I came on the Sweetwater once.
It was the evening, and the doves
insisted they could redeem all the universe.
Never after that could I deny a link with Texas.
A farmer strikes oil and stuffs his mattress
with money like excelsior.
At a space lab, they look around and think,
might as well try for the moon.
And they get there.
Long ago, the rest of the country joined their state,
and thus became, really, the part of Mexico.
Why contend?
Joining is better and is done in many ways,
even if politicians have limits.
I say join the state, and Mexico, and the politicians.
Beyond irony is the hard country no one can misjudge--
where we survive our indulgences,
and mean just the earth again, Texas."