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The Monk Barbecue Show

Oh, Saigon, you thought
your crowded streets
had opened themselves
to every imaginable delight.
Diem, set in his Catholicism,
never considered, or even dreamt,
the Buddhists would fight
back, immolation their favorite
weapon.  You had no tears left,
Saigon, but Thich Quang Duc
needed only your pavement,
your solidarity to etch himself into.
Your citizens, your tumors
in competition for the right
to dissolve you, veered
for the monk; his actions seemed
the sanest they’d seen.
His calm reserve requited
something more than love
or disdain, and those to come
also kept their screams
secret in their heretic hearts,
which refused to burn,
while the Dragon Lady
                                  clapped her hands.

27 Feb 07

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I really like this.  I like how the lines wrap around each other like a snake.  I like the lyric and the title and above all, I like the message contained within it.  I'll stick with the Dragon Lady, thanks!  Rockin' words!
 — starr

Don't care for the title, like the poem.
 — rocket

Thanks for the comments.  About the title though, rocket, Madame Nhu (The Dragon Lady), said after Thich Quang Duc's self-immolation, that she would clap her hands at another Monk Barbecue Show.  So that's where it's coming from, if that helps?
 — TaylorC

Yes, that makes sense. Without that context is seemed flippant compared to the poem.
 — rocket

 — rocket