Buddha in piece

In the undulating hills a fallen leaflessness
Pervades a monk-less silence, perfect in sky,
An ancient absence of silently scurrying monks
Of ocher robes in pursuit of white Buddha-peace.
Buddha sits there, broken in pieces, his eyes
Fixed at the gnarled tree-back bursting with
Rough brown skin eruptions of painful knowledge.

(Sanchi Buddhist site ruins)

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