Feed Me To The Pigeons - by Grant David Crawford, PhD
Varanasi cremates its dead. Tibet feeds them to vultures. But America has spent 150 years building a funeral apparatus that refuses to let bodies return to the earth. I want mine fed to the city.
Feed Me To The Pigeons What Varanasi and Tibet know about dying, and what America has chosen to forget. Grant David Crawford, PhD May 18, 2026 64 23 19 Share I bequeath myself to the dirt to grow from the grass I love, If you want me again look for me under your boot-soles. - Walt Whitman, Song of Myself , 1855 Subscribe Varanasi In 2017, I found myself roaming through the crowded, narrow, golden corridors of Varanasi. I strayed from my group, a pesky habit of mine, losing myself in an endless stream of incense shops and cell phone repair stalls. It was hot. The air was thick, a lingering soup
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