Reincarnation

REINCARNATION
Anonymous

What is reincarnation?,
a cowboy asked his friend.
His friend replied,
why, that's what happens
when life comes to an end.

They wash your neck and comb your hair,
and clean your fingernails,
Then put you in a padded box,
free of life's travails

The box and you goes into a hole,
that they've dug into the ground.
Reincarnation starts when you're planted
beneath that mound.

The box melts down,
just like the clods, with you inside,
You've just started on
your transformation ride.

Well pretty soon some rain
is going to fall upon the ground,
Till one day, on your lonely grave,
a little flower is found.

Well say a horse should come along
and graze upon that flower.
What once was you now has become
a vegetated dower.

Then this little flower
that the horse ate up,
along with all his other feed
Goes to make bone and fat and muscle
essential to the steed.

But of course some is consumed
that he can't use,
and so it passes through.
And there it lies upon the ground,
this thing that once was you.

Well, say I should wander by
and gaze upon the ground,
And wonder and ponder
at this object that I've found.
Well this sort of makes me think
of reincarnation, of life and death and such,
And I'm right away thinkin. . .
damn, you haven't really changed that much.

.-.-.