THANKSGETTING
Turkey or soy
It’s all the same boid
That travels our gullet
To resist the mullet
Of all the violence that engendered the silence
Leaving Native tribes in blood
Celebrated in all neighborhoods
So tear breast and leg apart
Always keeping in your heart
Our ancestors scalped, plundered and slay
Indians’ sacred land and Native ways
A moment of silence at the table
While we feast on the bones
Of a people’s alt-fable.
