I'M Buried In The Sky. Poem by Norman Jin Shyr Wang

The old man's body's laid
the waiting hours, creepers.

The stripping of flesh
from the limbs, a spiritual man

Each bone after another
on the flat stone, like Sloppy Joe

Flesh and bones on separated piles
lunch will be served, camp fire

Skull to be crushed into pieces
ready to go in bird's esophagus.

I could be a meal for a troop
of appalling bribers, I'm over-timer.

I saw them eat me on my bones
beaking each flesh that everything's cared.

A soul's in the sky 'n watched
a body advented to it's dwelling, reclaimed.

I will stay in bardo, a traveler
for the gods / ghosts, or a new sol.