Poem: Thanksgetting

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By Wednesday, Nov 22 Arts & Entertainment

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.

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