never the less
The weeks unwind, the months spool out,
The years unfold, and I (not well-behaved)
Endure each blasted day unto the end
With flinty, strident hope that I’ll be saved.
Saved from endless death, for sure, but also
Saved from other things: the twisted
Reasonings of men that elevate some above
Some others—chauvinist, unloving, tightfisted.
I’m getting old, am I not? But the calendar’s
an equal opportunity marauder,
And you’re as ancién as the regime
You hail from. We both tremble, we both dodder.
I’m glad I gave my lengthy speeches and
Appeared to violate the rules. I scorned
You when you shut my mouth with arcane
Dodges and excuses: “She was warned!”
Yes, I was warned. You gave your explanations.
You won that round. But time? It won’t be resisted.
We’ll both endure unto the end, but your end
will come first. That’s why, nevertheless, I persisted.