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The Monk Barbecue Show
TaylorC

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

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