David Foster, ‘66’


‘Once for all I shall put an end
To this superstitious contemptible creed
That come from abroad supplants our custom
Perverting our morals, this virulent weed
That sees men leaving their parents and wives
To bludge as monks who do no work
Nor eat nor dress at their own expense
And won’t pay taxes to save their lives
An edict I now promulgate
That the forty thousand convents be razed
And their millions of acres of land be seized
And their hundreds of thousands of monks displaced
And secularized and their slaves set free’
That same year expeditiously
Myrmidons plied herbicide
But the Buddha returned when the emperor died

from  Sunset on Santorini   by David Foster

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