I am thankful for the slaughter

My mom asked me today
If I was going to write
A Thanksgiving poem.
I told her I wasn't sure.

But I will try to oblige her.
I am thankful for the slaughter.
As should be every son and daughter.
This delicious bird, this martyr.

The slaughter began centuries ago.
The slaughter of the indigenous.
People who peacefully dwelled here.
Before we colonialists interfered.

I am thankful for the slaughter.
That brought us to the great melting pot.
Where we have abundant food and water.
But I am not proud.