Buddha's fire

Buddha’s fire

 

Buddha’s hand enters into fire.

Rattling guns and vomiting death,

Rounds and rounds of limitless war,

Buddha walks with thirst through the road.

Somewhere it rains still. Moisture in air.

The serene sky is amused with

Play men play with dirt, life or death.

A boy playing picks up a ball.

Before Buddha can stop the blast rips him apart

And from each part blooms thousands red flowers.

Buddha closes his eyes. The chimes sound wild.

Paths are breaking in paths, men are rushing

To gather the flowers born red of blood,

Sun illuminates the sublime sparks and

Buddha’s hand enters into the divine fire.

 

Reviews

[Cece]

who was to hear of a monk riot
Chinese troops to be send
to stop the riots
forced to stop the monks
from siting in a corner in lotus position

i know Buddha is the story
but came to mind as i read
but it was hard to read
while thinking of rioting monks

i'm sure the imagery was good
but my mind wandered
on current news events
but i still give you a rate of 100%

[Midnight Rose ~*Anna Ro..]

Funny, I always thought of buddha as a calm fat and happy symbol for luck. This tells a tale of him differently. Interesting write, good job.

[Carrie Montgomery]

the repetition at beginning and end brings this tale full circle. This was horrible and wonderful at once.