Stuffed faces with eyes bigger
Than their guilt forget to thank whoever for the diseases the pilgrims brought.
Rape and pillage have no place in poems,
Ghostly men having ghastly children.
We all eat, eat, eat.
Feed, feed, feed.
Grace your tables and face your partners,
Drink, drink, drink.
I used to wonder why we had to tell everyone what
we were thankful for. We already know:
Uncle Paul thanks business
Uncle Saul thanks his mistress
And Uncle Sammy thanks me.
Does dry turkey mean bad intentions?
I act like it's Pesach and keep the door open
and wine in his glass. Was he there
when the women were piled upon
like loose footballs?
1 comments:
Uncle Paul thanks business
Uncle Saul thanks his mistress
And Uncle Sammy thanks me.
Does dry turkey mean bad intentions?
I really dig this part. And the reference to football. This is one of your most successful poems that has a strong social commentary. The images of turkey, football, Uncle Sam, ghostly men, ghastly children weave a chaotic narrative.
I do think there are natural stanza breaks in this poem. The first is after Drink. drink drink, and the second after Does dry turkey mean bad intentions. I like how it SOUNDS that way, and it also gives the reader half a second to get the "AH HA!" moment throughout the poem, instead of trying to deconstruct it in the end.
Great work.
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