THE CALL OF THE POLITICALLY CORRECT SHEPHERD TO HIS NYMPH (with apologies to Christopher Marlowe, who is a Dead White European Male and therefore unworthy of study)

Come live with me and we shall be politically correct

We’ll walk among the spotted owls and every rare insect

We’ll not cheer for sporting teams whose names mock our ancestors

Or consort with other than the original fur-wearers

No toxic fission No fossil fuels

No polyester

No grades in schools

Come live with me within the old-growth forest near the seas

Where the dolphins all are safe and swim through nets with ease

Where the union label grows in our greenhouse-gas-free dome And the rain forest stretches out beyond our race-normed home

No fatty oils

No silicone

No ever-present Cellular phones

We’ll be perfectly tolerant of all (as if we cared!)