I never did like Buddhas.
Their ‘Maktub’ and
their chemo shining heads;
Soft pampered cheeks,
Man boobs..a paunch of fat
The inane grin is smug.
Buddhas gaze….they never look
you in the eye…
They are unseeing….
Drifting on those lofty platitudes
of empty verbiage.
It makes no sense to me.
Buddha’s hearts seem like
the gravel gardens they rake…
Buddhas are insular… ethereal
Not off the earthy globe I like.
These oriental Eunuchs
can never love the child
they’ve never had.
Or hug the women that
they never liked.
The Buddha is a quote.
Kristine Byrne 2019