embryoyo by Dean Young. 2007. (I have his Elegy on Toy Piano.)
p43:

Resignation Letter

This clam doesn’t have the slightest idea
what’s about to hit it. Well, maybe
it does but approaches life with bemused
becalmed detachment and therefore death
is no big deal, not to be avoided or bewailed
even by boiling. Wide it slowly opens around
its secret vowel. Doubtlessly there is a grace
in resignation as there is a briny sweetness
in the clam. The delivery man rings
a second time then turns away. The bee ***the ship that has somewhere to get to
bounces twice against the florist’s window
then bumbles on. Baby quiets, not getting
what he wants, the rain moves out to sea,
the lava gobbles up the village, villagers
ox-carted to another island sector just as
the old ones did, it’s their cosmology.
Past and future seemingly resigned to
simultaneously, the lovers agree to see
no more of each other, leaving behind drinks --- (I like that syntax: adverb, object. but: took me out of the poem)
undrunk and twisted napkins. The student
moves to the next blank leaving the previous
unfilled. So much life we cannot have or ***** There is so much everything...
find or repeat yet so much we had and found.
I’ve made this mistake a hundred times,
one thinks, preparing to make it again.
One day I’ll get rid of these expensive
painful shoes but not now, another says,
scanning her closet. Some things must resign
themselves to becoming something else,
champagne flat, the burning log ash,
after the crash the runner walks with a cane
but some must accept they’ll never change,
stained tablecloth never unstained, --- at first skim I tht this was a tablecloth never stained, which I liked better. not just that things and we are marked, but also that we are unmarked, some used never made.
mark permanent on the heart. You pick up
a clod to throw on the coffin lid but can’t
so turn away, dropping it in your pocket.


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***Auden in my
...how everything turns away
Quite leisurely from the disaster; the ploughman may
Have heard the splash, the forsaken cry,
But for him it was not an important failure; the sun shone
As it had to on the white legs disappearing into the green
Water; and the expensive delicate ship that must have seen
Something amazing, a boy falling out of the sky,
had somewhere to get to and sailed calmly on.

resignation ~ indifference. same ~cadence
well: resigning yourself you turn away, to other business, you turn away as you would if it was not your concern.

***** Szymborska in my
Reality Demands / we also mention this.
There is so much Everything / that Nothing is hidden quite nicely. / Music pours / from the yachts moored at Actium / and couples dance on their sunlit decks.

so maybe this poem got my attention because the musing recalls my old Auden (& William Carlos Williams) Breughel's Icarus - Szymborska Reality Demands axis. well it was the lines at the bottom of the page, before turning, that I noticed:

Some things must resign
themselves to becoming something else,
champagne flat, the burning log ash,
..but some must accept they’ll never change

and I misread about the tablecloth, I thought he was speaking of a tablecloth never changing because never used. folded in a drawer, that's it. no, his tablecloth is never changing in that it is never going to recover from being stained. ~the more obvious.
I do like the clam and the tablecloth and the clod to throw on the coffin, and the unmet baby and the village lava-flooded. but, ~like McSweeneys who publishes this maybe I find Young too glib. ~obvious. too glib for what? for me. for me to really like, I mean.