Smiling Buddha`s Of The Buck - Poem by Bill Grace
The smiling manequins black and white and yellow
Young and younger gods of the new order
With appropriate teeth welcome wife and daughter
To a kingdom as close to heaven as any similing Buddha guards
Whose souls mark the silent swish of carpet.
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