Mourning Poem by C.D. Xiang

Evacuating the vessel,
moving on to higher planes,
the soul has no regrets,
the body no more pains.

Heading toward the light,
that’s brighter than the day,
the spirit doesn’t say goodbye
before it ‘s whisked away.

The empty shell discarded,
is now food for the worms,
there is no turning back, and
we all must take our turns.

Looking at the world today,
if you verily use thy head
we should mourn the living
instead of the dead.