My Next Life, the Hungry Ghost

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Status: Finished  |  Genre: Poetry  |  House: Booksie Classic
This poem alludes heavily to Tibetan mysticism and describes the possible afterlife of a person born into this generation.

Submitted: December 12, 2011

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Hunger.
That's all
I have.
I want
Only
To eat.

I want more
edibles,
For the pint
Of entrails
I have here
can't suffice.

Semi-edibles
Will be fine too.
I see something
There in the grave:
I'll take my mom
and have her meat.

I've never eaten
But feces and dirt.
Finally I'll taste
With my tiny mouth,
mother's smoky skin,
Hoping to be sweet

But it is the same shit
That I have ev'ry day.
I always need some food.
Anything, even myself.
Hear my cry and offer
me please: a bowl of rice.


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