I suppose the only thing
my adoptive parents
never fought over
during the endless divorce
was who would get
to be buried in the family plot.
The lawyers disposed of it
on their behalf and all
that was left to argue over
was the pittance that remained
once their fees were collected.
My birth parents had
no such problems, the only
time they were together
were the moments
surrounding my creation.
I will have my ashes
inurned on Buddhist ground
where I can nurture
the soil for future Buddhas.