July 27, 2013In Case of UnrestBen McClendon

You will walk
on the sidewalk. You will
place refuse in approved containers
to be picked up at
the appointed time. You
will close doors            behind you,       turn off lights.
You will sleep—eight hours, precisely—
dress within the confines of
acceptable taste and drive the speed limit
and carry exact change.
You will earn diligently        yet modestly
to provide for your dependents.       You will
purchase consumables
at approved outlets
during posted hours of operation. Your respiration
and metabolic processes will fall
within established norms. There is no standard
deviation.
It is for your own good,
you among millions.
You will conform.
You will not
skip meals,
skip steps,
skip lines. You will not skip.
You will not waste resources unless directed
or convenient. You will not read
what you scrawl in the small hours
except to yourself— by yourself—
in subdued lighting that casts no dramatic shadows.
You will not
listen to what rumbles outside,
and if there are
shouts arcing through the grid, the city’s synapses,
you will not hear them,
or you will not notice.
Pay no attention to what isn’t televised.
You will not support
what threatens security
and abundance in the life which
you have been
taught to know
so long. You will protect
your
material wellbeing. You will save your voice
for when it is asked of you.
You will not indulge
in difficult colors or savor food or flesh
longer than required.
You will not
sit up at night thinking
about asterisms or
the cold or debris from cosmic collisions
spiraling toward the sun
over long centuries. You will wait, always wait, for it all
to get better. And it will—
it is. Getting better.
So much better all the time.