Why I Eat Nothing on Thanksgiving Day

Why I Eat Nothing on Thanksgiving Day

The hunters give
thanks
the only way 
they know:
    

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On Thanksgiving Day.

What do the deer give thanks for?
And the gun?
And the bullets?
Do they all thank the barrel
and the hammer
and the powder?
The hunters give
thanks
the only way 
they know:
    

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    Blam

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On Thanksgiving Day.

The quiet thanks the ‘blam’.
The violation thanks the flesh.
The vulture thanks the offal remains
And round and round the thanking goes

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On Thanksgiving Day.

The deer’s dead eyes
thank the nothingness
that springs from the bullet’s thanks
that rifled through the air
who in turn is grateful for
its having passed
and all goes back 
to the mind 
that thanks the world
the only way it can.

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On Thanksgiving Day.

 

Thank you, hunter,
on this Thanksgiving Day.
Thanks for the death and doneness
that gives you
so 
very 
much.
I give you thanks. 
Bitter, 
wretched
tasty 
thanks 
from the bottom of my 

 

 

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On our Thanksgiving Day.

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