They say we are ninety percent water.
In our grand ecstasy of tongue touching
The back of a throat shouting itself hoarse
The throat goes kaput as our ten percent
Turns a notch up, to form series of holes
In earth pot for throwing our ten percent
In streams flowing , as water to the earth
And part of ten per cent to fire and sky.
(Death returns the body to the five elements of earth, fire, water,wind and sky (ether),of which it is made)