Thanksgiving—The Mourning After
A man reflects upon Thanksgiving from the turkey’s point of view.My knees began to wobbleas I heard your final gobbleand the ax came down and severed off your head.I knew you had a brotherand a father and a motherbut I chose to see you just as food instead.It must be so unnervingknowing you will be a servingand that being eaten is your final fate!It must be quite distressingknowing that with some brown dressingyou will be a meal on someone’s plate.But come the morning afterwhen there w...