Being Eaten by a Tiger

If I knew the shape of my face before I was born
I would not be afraid to die
On a mountain
Or in the city
With insects eating my body
I would not be afraid of that

In a forest, three brothers
Came upon a tiger with her cubs
They were dying of hunger and fatigue
The youngest brother said
"I will stay here
And lay down my body, I'll become
Something good for them too eat"
And lying there, he was devoured
He gazed gladly down upon his flesh
As it was torn