Completion
Completion
Clinging furtively he coughs
Yellowed fingers withdrawing
Giving way to convulsing
Death the price well paid
Filthy habit they chastise
Dutifully espoused
Ignorance polished still dull
A dying Buddha sighs
Pointing beyond form
Eyes twinkled with a spark
Soon glazed over
Legacy all but snuffed out
Hundreds sat in circle
Pieces of truth dispensed
No more no less
Much needed medicine
The reaper awaits his due
A nearly empty circle
More than twenty years
Final words offered
The Bodhisattva inhales
Last drag of Camel filter
Calloused fingers snuff out
This round complete
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