What is “Reincarnation”?

A cowboy asked his friend;

It starts, his old pal told him;

When your life comes to an end;

They comb your hair:

Wash your neck;

And clean your finger nails;

And put you in a padded box;

Away from life’s travails;

Now the box and you;

Goes into the hole;

That has been dug into the ground;

Reincarnation starts in;

When you are “planted” beneath that mound;

Them clods melt down;

Just like the box;

And you who is inside;

And that is when you begin;

Your transformation ride;

And in awhile the grass will grow;

Upon your windowed mound;

Till some day upon that spot;

A lonely flower is found;

And then a horse may wander by;

And graze upon that flower;

That once was you and has now become;

Your vegetative bower;

Now the flower the horse then eats;

Along with his other feed;

Makes bone, fat and muscle;

Essential to the seed;

But there is a part that he can’t use;

So it just passes through;

And there it lies upon the ground;

This thing that once was you;

And if by chance I should pass by;

And see this on the ground;

I’ll stop awhile – and ponder;

At this object that I have found;

And I will think about reincarnation;

And life and death and such;

And I will come away concludin’

Why!  You ain’t changed all that much;