What Good Is It? #Poetry

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?