Poem for the Day: August 16th, 2021

There should be more to life 
than disruption 
and survival 
but there isn’t. 
There should be birds 
singing your name. 
There should be paintings 
the size of skyscrapers 
memorializing your body. 
There should be love 
for you 
in everything. 
There should be a billion women 
jumping at the same time 
to move the earth off its course. 
There should be parties 
to celebrate 
the end of this world. 
There should be flowers 
to welcome 
a new one.