I pray aloud when storms attack a city
I pray when hatred blares from the TV
I pray for the elephants
I pray cooking oatmeal
I pray my ego will evaporate
I pray without ceasing cried the old woman

The sun rises and the sun goes down
the wind whips round about without ceasing
now let the ecosystem’s brokenness
be sung in arias
every bar immortal melodious
tragic cried the tulip

Mother show me where you are broken
open the door beyond which
is darkness
see I am abject
my chin on the ground
my tail quiet cried the dog