I recall a card game
probably extending back past the 1950s
called Old Maid.
There was also Authors
and a few other choices
less popular with me.
But Old Maid sticks in mind
as blatantly sexist
and, for a country kid
in redneck rural Republican Michigan,
the most fun
of admittedly limited card playing options.
Whoever was stuck holding the Old Maid
at end of game
was the biggest loser,
for obvious reasons.
Who would want to be associated
with that old and useless appendage?
National politics in the U.S.,
all about the marketing, purchase, and sale
and four-year terms of public greed responsibility,
increasingly reminds me
of OldMaid gamesmanship.
I don’t really mean gamepersonship.
This game for avoiding loss
of responsibility and authority,
loss of face
rather than gain of grace,
embracing mutual Wins
of shared commitment to health
and cooperatively prosperous safety,
This game in which the OldMaid
is played by aging fossil-fuel industries
played-out too often militarized
These OldMaid industrial choices
have most ballistically justified
and often most marginalized,
to live with losses to OldMaid political stuckness
in the name of patriotic duty,
Although not matriotic integrity
to our own healthy hands
for better Win-Win games
and family therapy strategies,
less violently impinged by nationalistic traumas,
fear of losses
holding OldMaid over-industriously held cards.
No one wants to be in unlovely public office
when the last drop of oil
and last glistening gasp of gas
wears through now useless OldMaid pumps
and transdegenerational switches,
unlubricated OldMaid economic bitches.
No one wants to be in office
holding the last OldMaid dry-humped card
from a 1950s stacked deck
when 2020 revisions
change climate changing hands
into feminist story books
of how our generation
deliberately and stubbornly chose,
like stiff-necked self-chosen people
of OldMaids and PatriarchalMen,
counter-intuitively choosing the climate pathology card,
fascinated by our own death
and the death of our habitat
and the death of any future
of humane proportion and design,
rhythm and pattern.
When we have so many post-millennial cooperative Win-Win options
to actively hope
and restoratively plan
and therapeutically draw climate health
for both ego and eco justice
and global peace for all,
including sacred Elder Matriotic Maids.
If only Old Feminist Maids and Matriotic Men
had written all required history
and civic lesson school books
and ecopolitical philosophy texts
and medicinal prescriptions
and legislated cooperative multicultural ethics
I wonder if having the Elder Matriot card
would have been how to win our Win-Win game,
and to do so,
would require letting go of all Old FakePatriot cards
and often patriarchal,
Lose-Lose economic-ecological exploitations,
Also post “ClimateChange”
known and named
as habitually competitive ClimatePathologies
longing to restore ClimateHealth.