Saturday, April 23, 2016

POEM: "The Words"

The Words

The Buddha is tied down 
in the back of a truck
the countryside rolls by
and it looks like rain

I shall enter the cave of my heart
discard unneeded appurtenances
set myself to face the sun
build a fire, rub my hands
and read a little Shakespeare

Remember outrageous fortune
and nothing new under the sun
how could I not penetrate
these exhausted dreams?

Lear, Macbeth, Othello, Julius Caesar
the kings, the knaves and villains
watch them all watch the Buddha
thunder down the oily road
a word for highway on his lips

© 2016 Rob Schackne

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