12/3/24
I am the son of America, the old idea
the successor of colonial violence and racism that continues
to pillage and raze all that is good and
sacred in this world.
-all that is left out of range of
my ancestor’s swords
it is thanksgiving and we still celebrate
this national day of mourning
by joyfully stuffing ourselves with
more and more self-preserving symbology,
dead animals, and empty gratitude.
this feast, like the blood of all
the innocents who once called this place
home, will never satiate the demands
of generationally perpetuated devastation.
I love my family
and today I am grateful to share
a peaceful meal and each other’s company
out of reach of the deafening warplanes
and carpet bombs decimating neighborhoods in Gaza
entire families and bloodlines
mine is safe around the fire in
America, the old idea-
Let this whole thing shatter.