What good would it do me
To know who I was before?
The Emperor of Rome
The snake that bit Cleopatra’s breast.
How would that help me now
To know I might have been
The first Dalai Llama
Or Buddha, sitting under that tree for years
Did he find enlightenment
Or did he come against his own immortality
Like the rest of us?
Would any one of them wish to come back
And do it all over again?
What if I came back as a Christmas turkey?
Remembering who I was before
Get eaten, am I a new man?
Remembering the turkey before
The me I was before that
What divine plan would dream up such a thing?
Is one mind not enough to bear?