Friday, May 26, 2017

prayer beams

lion of death in blurry photograph

golden mane
                      LIKE THE SUN
like the sun

mist gathers round the edges

cigar smoke
                    CIGAR SMOKE

woe is this          500 years the future

calloused footprints

                                 lead toward the hill

THE HILL

                   can't you see

on its haunches
                             THE LION
LIKE THE SUN

within its teeth
                         a smile

where in the foreground

bleeding passages
                              tremulous

glare
         the buddha of the past

walks on rays
                       ON RAYS

places his hand along the spine

each notch
                  DEATH

LIKE THE SUN

buddha purrs to the tree

at which the lion claws
                                      sonorously
calling upon which is all
                                         LIKE DEATH
LIKE A PHOTOGRAPH
                                         like smoke

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