Why I Eat Nothing on Thanksgiving Day
The hunters give
thanks
the only way
they know:
Blam
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:
Blam
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
Blam
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.
Blam
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
Blammity
Blammity
Blam
Blam
Blam
On our Thanksgiving Day.
