Sunday, January 15, 2012

Sky Burial

On the charnel grounds
There are no illusions
The body is broken apart
And offered on a slab
For vultures--
But in that rocky, jagged world
There is a recompense
For those whose epitaph might read
“Never really lived, but died anyway”
That, at the very least, one can serve
A larger purpose and become
A source of nourishment

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