Reincarnation, A Poem by Wallace MacRae

Reincarnation


In a while, the grass'll grow upon yer rendered mound,
Til some day on yer moldered grave, a lonely flower is found;

And say a hoss should wander by and graze upon this flower,
That once wuz you, but now's become yer vegetative bower;

The posey that the hoss done ate up, with his other feed,
Makes bone and fat and muscle, essential to the steed;

But some is left that he can't use and so it passes through,
And finally lays upon the ground, this thing that once wuz you;

Then say, by chance, I wanders by and sees this upon the ground,
And I ponders and I wonders at this object that I found;

I thinks of reincarnation, of life and death, and such,
And come away concludin' ......

Slim, you ain't changed all that much.

by Wallace MacRae
(known as the "Cowboy Poet Laureate")