Waking Up from Death Poem by john tiong chunghoo

death - we go on
into another dream
another place

till we are only bone
glowing in
white magic

living out tales
of all imaginable magnitude
big and small

a cat, a mouse, a murderer
an angel, a lady boy
an Arab, a king, beggar

real life characters
floating in realms and rims
of dreams

on and on
a succession of dreams
we call death

a deception
behind rows of petals
of deception

somebody's
superintelligent
games?

death - a renewal
a new beginning
a waking up

so that one day
we can tell stories about
ourselves to oneself

about how
nature is obssessed
with life

and spin real life tales
blood, sweat, tears and all
at its fingertips