At Thanksgiving each year
A turkey that hit the jackpot
Will visit the Whitehouse and be spared from being slaughtered
In the president’s smile and blessing
This lucky turkey
Flies away with cluck-cluck thanks
While millions of its peers
End their days.
Those spirits still lingering there
Listen to people give thanks to God before eating
And see their fleshes turn into the best-liked relish on the table
To bulge the rotund bellies.
The turkey granted a presidential pardon
Is still living
Only in its grateful eyes,
There grows thick dazzlingly colored grief.
By Rose Lu (Bing hua) Tr. East Sea Fairy
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Hi Friends, Happy Thanksgiveing!