The Altars in the Street
On June 17th, 1966, the New York Times
reported that, as part of the Buddhist cam-
paign of non-violent resistance, Viet-Namese
children were building altars in the streets
of Saigon and Hue, effectively jamming
Children begin at green dawn nimbly to build
topheavy altars, overweighted with prayers,
thronged each instant more densely
with almost-visible ancestors.
Where tanks have cracked the roadway
the frail altars shake; here a boy
with red stumps for hands steadies a corner,
here one adjusts with his crutch the holy base.
The vast silence of Buddha overtakes
and overrules the oncoming roar
of tragic life that fills alleys and avenues;
it blocks the way of pedicabs, police, convoys.
The hale and maimed together
hurry to construct for the Buddha
a dwelling at each intersection. Each altar
made from whatever stones, sticks, dreams, are at hand,
is a facet of one altar; by noon
the whole city in all its corruption,
all its shed blood the monsoon cannot wash away,
has become a temple,
fragile, insolent, absolute.