BUDDHA-Pest: At the Crossroads of Thought
(in memory of Billy Collins)

	Since each day is another nail on our coffins
	why worry about old paint?

	Even children & fools know
	practice makes the Master.

	And yes –
	Night watchmen sometimes die
	in broad daylight.

	Since you’ve already passed away
	& rest in distant lands,
	why waste time in rabbit holes
	when you can watch
	3D-CG videos on demand?

	How many blue tickets to nowhere are needed
	to stop the Soviet-Nazi-Habsburg-Tatar-Hun invaders
	(and I haven’t even mentioned the Rumanians or Czechs)?

	The truth is
	there are no witches –
	in the labyrinths of Buda Castle.

	Alas, in the ruins of Aquincum –
	where Szemlőhegy's Cave can be found
	the sands of time merely drip, drip, drip…


Carlos: (raising his eyebrows) Billy Collins – wasn't that some British rock star?

Devani: Really? I thought he was some Irish-American lawyer from Waco, Texas . . .

Anya:   Whatever. All names get washed away eventually.

Brice:  What I want to know is why the ruins of Buddha Castle are so musty?

Devani: (shaking her head) Milyen buta! That's 'Buda' – not 'Buddha'. 
        And how could any answer be dharmic?


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from POEATIONS: Explorations in meta-poetry by T Newfields
Summary:  Some thoughts about Hungarian history, cultural crossroads, and transience.
Keywords: cultural relics, Hungarian fragments, linguistic invasions, Szemlőhegy's Cave and Plato  

Author: T Newfields [Nitta Hirou / Huáng Yuèwǔ] (b. 1955 - ?)
Begun: 2014 in Tokyo, Japan ☆ Finished: 2023 in Yokohama, Japan
Creative Commons License: Attribution. {{CC-BY-4.0}} Granted

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