at the monastery <br />zero <br />luckily no wind <br />Kogaku Roshi shirt off <br />keeping up with us <br />though past seventy <br />suddenly I blurted out <br />“Gonna leave <br />wanna write a novel.” <br />Without warning <br />he lunged <br />then had me in a headlock <br />saying, <br />“Manifest Absolute Zero.” <br />Couldn’t manifest anything <br />hardly breathe <br />forearm against my throat <br />unorthodox as always <br />still could barely breathe <br />let alone speak <br />the Buddha’s truth <br />musta went limp <br />cause when I awoke <br />my whole body on snow <br />staring up <br />Kogaku Roshi <br />smiling <br />finally saying, <br />“Death <br />no eyes <br />tongue teeth <br />mercy.”<br /><br />Charles Chaim Wax<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/chopping-wood-in-the-snow/
