abyssia

trace your turkey hand
the brown skins
and warblers
to the slaughter.
it's not that i don't enjoy
a gathering
of family and friends
and it isn't as if
i am unaware that
murder and war
come second nature
to man
expand!
but why a turkey and
not a child?
they die, we consume.
tender meat, so sweet
rotting the guts of gluttons
and of the meek
let us bow our heads
give thanks to our god...
ha!
not my god. not my god.
once you were young
try to remember
the wonder
the awe
discovery, perhaps
or remembrance, anew
skew to the life you once knew
you did it then
you will do it again
will you trace your turkey hand?