Try to praise the mutilated world

Inspired By Adam Zagajewski

Try to praise the mutilated world.

Revel in the rays which warm your sheets,

as you lay sprawled beneath your covers.

Remember the lullabies and melodies,

echoed from mothers and finches.

You should praise the mutilated world.

Let the crabgrass scratch against your ankles

Listen to the cicadas’ chirping against the wind

You must praise the mutilated world.

Enjoy the sweet burning of cider,

Dance to music and symphony

,beaming and twirling with your companions.

Be thankful and gracious that you can-

pivot, swirl, and twist.

You need to praise the mutilated world.

Find peace within the silence,

Comfort within your tears.

Lick the salt off of your cheeks,

and marvel over the briny taste.

Praise the mutilated world.

Eternity is not promised

As proved time and time again.

Bask in your youth and glorify your existence.