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Too small to make our own way,
we owe thanks
to our Protectors.
City fathers, founding fathers,
heads of state, heads of tables
slice the flesh, wield the knife.
Thanks we owe
for the instincts of our New Leader
to reach across and pull near
those of his own kind -
tough, smart warriors
of a lying, criminal mind.
For these toxic strangers
we never chose,
too timid to take our leave
we reach across tables
refill the glasses
to numb the minds
consume dead flesh
And Give Thanks.