Your Monday Blessing: The Unaccommodating
The 21st century will be the century of the unaccommodating.
The earth will not fall in line with your procurement request.
The ocean has not even read the listing on your beachfront property.
The oil may happily gush for you. But the silence that follows will be louder.
Women, you may have noticed, are no longer tidying up the
unfamiliar corners of the world
to make you feel at home.
The people who lived here before it mattered to you
aren’t marking time from when it mattered to you.
Your sidekick races are off script, after all you’ve done
to keep them in. Those who call themselves
gay, lesbian, bisexual, transgender, transsexual,
queer, intersex, polyamorous, pansexual, gender outlaw,
are demanding the vocabulary they need,
and furthermore they expect the whole world
to be fair, even to the last
appeal of the special case. Not a single minority
will get with the program, threatening the entire
And, because this is an equal opportunity revolt, the old white men
are not going to take seesaw turns according to your reckoning,
nor are the forgotten plain, the lumpen masses
sitting in remission, awaiting
the surgical precision of your analyses.
The fire and brimstone of church and mosque
are not seeing sense, now that you’ve proved to them
that there’s nothing else to see.
The 21st century will be the century of the unaccommodating,
the loose coalition of the unwilling.
In all the arguments against annihilation,
we can be sure of nothing
except the heft of our bodies,
irreducible and gorgeous.