I Didn’t Want To Harsh Your Buzz

The death which sustains life, the sorrow in the feasting. Woe to the turkey who thinks she can hide. Woe to her fear filled friends who cannot protect her. Woe to the poets, the pastors, the mystics and witches and shamans, who make people uncomfortable with their scrutiny of the truth. Woe to the politicians who feed us lies and woe to those who believe them. Woe to the never ending wantonness of wanting.

LBM Thanksgiving, 2019 (i wrote this after the other, yesterday, but didn’t post it. Too much woe for a holy day)

Wild turkeys, photo mine

This is what makes me sad. We pretend the turkey is an invited guest at the table and then we turn around and eat it?