At The Buddha Factory

the thousand gray statues
when workers leave for the night, shift done
the last task is to
turn off the fluorescent factory lights
Row upon row of Buddhas
sit all night in
soft dark silence
gray stone eyes closed
all this is happening in a time zone
on another continent far from here
Picture their stillness,
All those Buddhas
even now as I write
even now as you read
the thousand gray statues