My Thanksgiving
This time of year
If I was a turkey I'd fly away
It's just fair
That such lies be told about thanksgiving day
But I shall give thanks anyhow
For a country limping away from its past
For liberty like a statue
From mix iron cast
Calling me to huddle with its fold.
Yesterday, my mother went
Shopping in the Bronx
Took a bus and rode in the front
A white gentleman got up so she could sit
I thank him very much
No, not Abe Lincoln and the Abolitionists alone
Bobby K got up all on his own
And there was an Iroquois
Sucking on a turkey bone
And there was my father
Staggering down the street alone
And icicles hang from the trees like ropes
And melted to the ground
I have much to give thanks for
This time of year
But the troops shall not see me cry
Because they are over there
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