By John Balaban
Chased by Chinese troops, the monks
blinked like owls in the sun sheen
abandoning their burning temple
where the obdurate slumped over altars
with bullet-hole Third Eyes oozing
gunpowder and pineal, black blood.
With blizzards choking the high passes
they huddled in the cliff caves
while trusting you...
blinked like owls in the sun sheen
abandoning their burning temple
where the obdurate slumped over altars
with bullet-hole Third Eyes oozing
gunpowder and pineal, black blood.
With blizzards choking the high passes
they huddled in the cliff caves
while trusting you...