April 21, 1950 - January 14, 2017
Sail on, fearless warrior!
Kasung die lonely
Forgotten and alone in the mountains and the fields
Their bodies return to where they lay
A million times before going into battle.
Back into the earth and sky
Their eyes becoming stars
That watch in the night above campfires. Their flesh becoming the mulch
That grows juniper.
Their ashes are lhasang smoke
Their spirit, the flash of the cannon.
They die without applause
Because their service is perfect.
Their blood soaks the ground
Purple and gold.