Is the East too full of itself
Still stuck on Buddha
And an exportable uniformity
Is the West still hung up
On its own corporeality
Having to face death
And here between in the hills
Where Christ walked
Endless wars continue
Over the holiest lands
Let us not acclimate too quickly
To the irony of it all
And even for a moment forget
He is here he has
Overcome the world
If you want it
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