Thanksgiving
by Mac Hammond
The man who stands above the bird, his knife
Sharp as a Turkish scimitar, first removes
A thigh and leg, half the support
On which the turkey used to stand. This
Leg and thigh he sets on an extra
Plate. All his weight now on
One leg, he lunges for the wing, the wing
On the same side of the bird from which
He has just removed the leg and thigh.
He frees the wing enough to expose
The breast, the wing not severed but
Collapsed down to the platter. One hand
Holding the fork, piercing the turkey
Anywhere, he now beings to slice the breast,
Afflicted by small pains in his chest,
A kind of heartburn for which there is no
Cure. He serves the hostess breast, her
Own breast rising and falling. And so on,
Till all the guests are served, the turkey
Now a wreck, the carver exhausted, a
Mere carcass of his former self. Everyone
Says thanks to the turkey carver and begins
To eat, thankful for the cold turkey
And the Republic for which it stands.
End of the poem
15 random poems
- Георгий Иванов – То, о чем искусство лжет
- Disingenuousness by Mark R Slaughter
- A Party Of Lovers poem – John Keats poems
- The House Where We Were Wed by Will McKendree Carleton
- Of Wit
- Fragment – Wee Willie Gray (Song) by Robert Burns
- Meg Merrilies poem – John Keats poems
- As Dies The Year poem – Alfred Austin
- Insomniac by Sylvia Plath
- The Wold Waggon by William Barnes
- Never Again by Stevie Smith
- Омар Хайям – Кумир мой, вылепил тебя таким гончар
- Sonnet 26: Lord of my love, to whom in vassalage by William Shakespeare
- Владимир Вишневский – Хотел я искупаться в знак протеста
- Clemente’s Images by Robert Creeley
Some external links:
Duckduckgo.com – the alternative in the US
Quant.com – a search engine from France, and also an alternative, at least for Europe
Yandex – the Russian search engine (it’s probably the best search engine for image searches).
