There are things I do not know.
I do not know why the waves of the sea
brought you to me.
I do not know what you are here for.
Is it for liberation?
Or is it treasure hoards you seek?
I do not know why you stand there
tall and fair
and look upon me, a slave
as if I were royalty.
I do not know why I was a slave,
why I learned all the words I’ve heard.
I do not know all the names of those I
speak to, but I do earn their respect.
I do not have armies at my command
though I command anyway.
Cortes, you have learned.
You have learned that through me
and my gifts
I have brought you
the people and the land.
The temples that run with blood
The God you’ve brought here
sacrificed His son, so we do not
have to sacrifice others.
I do not know as much as
But what I do, I know.
I am the ocean
my words a ship.