Watermelons
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Rahman Henry
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Buddha, the non-violent, stands still;
Laughing...
Green light
Overflowing from his laugh—
We're gobbling that laugh
Cutting and slice into parts
— As if watermelons!
And parting his teeth
Throwing those:
Towards uncertainty—
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