When Reckonings Beckon

A transgender poem

When reckonings beckon

Then we’ll find I’ve

Achieved too little too late

The obstacles, too broad, too great.

The devil ever at my back,

As I ran headlong,

Leading my pack.

Faltering, forever altering,

Choosing change over pain.

And you need that latter

For all real gain.

Still running the race,

Setting the pace,

Never a break,

No sight of grace.

Damnation be damned,

There’s too much to do,

For my brothers, sisters,

Those betwixt, those between.

I’ll leave them this land.

Safe. Secure. True.

I let loose banshee howl

They won’t have my heart.

Their methods true foul,

Met with my pure art.

When reckonings beckon,

I’ll turn and show ready.

They did not with me reckon.

And that will be their first

Their last, mistake.

I’ll write a eulogy terse

And run them through

With righteous stake.

Yes.

This I shall do.

When reckonings beckon.

When.