Small Buddhas smile above their blooms on gilded family altars, glide along the curves of the Perfume, that river named before the dooms of war ripped Hue's old gilded hide and Buddhas' smiles above their blooms. The river waves are slapping tunes. Greens sputtering in a wok provide, along the curves of the Perfume, the smoke of incense. Children's spumes of laughter rock small boats whose guide is Buddha's smile above his blooms. Those years death rode the river's flume, his rotting incense justified along the curves of the Perfume by leaders' greed for power's boom. War's drowned now in the river's tide where Buddhas smile above their blooms along the curves of the Perfume. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POOR DEVIL! by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET THE TRASH MEN by CHARLES BUKOWSKI NO MATTER WHAT, AFTER ALL, AND THAT BEAUTIFUL WORD SO by HAYDEN CARRUTH BENEDICTION by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SYMPATHY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO A MAN WORKING HIS WAY THROUGH THE CROWD by MARIANNE MOORE JOHN ERICSSON DAY MEMORIAL, 1918 by CARL SANDBURG THE DISPUTE OF THE HEART AND BODY OF FRANCOIS VILLON by FRANCOIS VILLON |