What name will we give, years from now,
to this time we’re living through?
It’s no Renaissance, no Enlightenment,
no Terror nor Civil War nor Cold War
though the jury’s still out. Nothing 
with gate as a suffix-—coverups are so
20th century. Everything’s in the open now,
the neighbors saying stuff out loud 
we hoped they’d keep to themselves. 
Every step we take might be off a cliff
into an abyss. Something’s changed;
live-&-let-live is out on its ass. Or maybe 
this is who we always were but didn’t name it. 
Maybe we’re cruel & just don’t know it.