Music

by Sydney Wagner

Humans, in our cruelness, do not deserve music. We devastate and destroy and take advantage of what others create. We stab it on a spit and roast it ‘til it’s crisp, drooling, licking our lips as we stare at it, scorched and overplayed, inattentive in our boredom until the salivating ceases once presented with a rare, beautiful creature, a beast that mirrors my reflection. Alive, it nurtures me with a tentative hand. How is it that my destruction and devastation, my cruelness is rewarded with medicine? I’ll drink myself sick on it.