Put beyond a baby’s reach a turbanned Knight,
Two fat-bellied Gods of Fortune, a fox-faced gargoyle
With wings and a red and yellow Ganesha
Perch companionably on the shelf
Above the desk where I type. Near them,
A figure of Kanzeon Bosatsu, Goddess of
Mercy,
Lies on her side because her porcelain
head
Has come detached. This day, in this
City,
Many who saw the sun rise will not see it
set.
In emergencies, prayers should be addressed
To whatever gods and spirits are at hand.
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