lighthearted view for a contest on reincarnation |
Reincarnation Damnation Some dream of previous lives rich and grandiose, Not so for others, however, are so verbose. Some hail from the Goths, Scoured the earth, to loot and to pillage. No one, however, seems to come from that village. Nary an insect, worm or monkey to be seen. Most people lived life long ago As a king or a queen. With scepter in one hand, Bejeweled crown upon bejeweled head, With the crowd roaring, shouting, “Off with his head.” Why is it that no one is from history’s dungheap? Because, perhaps, In their own life they are kneedeep- Stuck in a rut, there’s no future, nothing to gain The light at the end of the tunnel Is an on rushing train. Bearing down on them for a head on collision Most people don’t answer, Won’t look out the window, Their lives are spent in front of a television. Who wants to dream of reality from reality? Dreams are used to escape, To dream of lives lived without borders, No limits No duality Why burden yourself with a previous terrible life? When the truth of our existence, Is what drives us To flee this, our present strife. To separate real from imagined, Like night from day a smooth grayness There is no divide,no disconnect, Only sameness Looking for something, anything for validation Dismissing the image in the mirror With repudiation. Whoever is in charge of this conflagration Must have it in for some And their repeated damnations. When you look at a dung beetle, slug or mole Imagine the look on the face, on that soul When they are reincarnated and soon discover The food that they scrounge for has come from that hole. For in every life, one sometimes stops to think Would I be better off? Could I live a life that doesn’t stink? Then, think back to the beetle, slug or mole And ponder, When I do come back, I’ll live in an igloo or hut or cave or shack But I don’t want to eat anything falling From an elephant’s crack. |