Devils with Hats
Premonition.
Rumors of comings.
Two words to the telegram.

Waiting, he sat.
Still Buddha-mountain.
Fat, cross-legged in peace hearing

Devils with hats,
Dancing in parade.
Cheap beer with floats and streamers.

Little party of destruction.
Manifestations
Of the losing

End. Smiling he
Drank with the demons
And sent them again to hell

Sitting he sat
Laughing immortal,
Because the mountain is fine.