Szymborska Poem

I find this poem really off balance. It has a very happy sort of tone to it, but reading the actual words it becomes a little off putting. At first I though it was talking about a human and then it turned into talking about a dog. It makes me think of our class discussion about doctors performing autopsies to a room full of spectators while doing their research. I feel like that is very much the scene that is being played out, but with a morbid twist on it. I also think there is an underlying reference to the body and mind being two separate entities at time. The dog only has a head, yet it is still happy and finding joy in it's surroundings. Though the poem is disturbing and frankly morbid, it makes me think about finding happiness within my surroundings no matter my circumstance.