Leif Ericsson on Mount Rushmore

Fancying ourselves as simply

hardworking Protestants,

bringing refinement and manners,

family values to the Thanksgiving

table, we truly celebrate the

colonization and conquest

of this new world: tearing apart

drumsticks and mutton chops.

Feasting with mirth and mead

in our American-made

Valhalla. Three cheers for

our determination to conquer

those who have extended

our lives with their

peace.

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For Anya, the Poet

today I went into the sea

so I could cry a million

tears

of how much I miss you

and no one knew

that you were already there

in each kiss of foam.

A smell and a touch

from which

I would constantly be seeking the words

you loved so.