For the higher rebirth you'd attain
if you ate him,
a high lama was held in regard
by a Buddhist cannibal sect.
It wasn't easy to get around
his money-loving, non-Buddhist guard,
but if you waited till he died
instead of fresh you could chew dried.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Thank goodness for the rhyming couplet at the end! ! For any Buddhist readers reading this: Bri did Not write this! ! But, even so, this shall go into my/our at 2016 showcase, found in my site's list of PH poems. Bri :) Now to have my snack: 'roasted nun bits'. That is bits, with a b! !