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On the evening before
Turkey Day
we cozied up to watch TV,
and saw,
three wildebeest snapped
in half by giant
crocodiles,
one hippo mauled by
lions,
two gazelle, still alive,
disembowled by
maniacal hyenas,
then a news story about a man
who opened fire on his best
friend in a Boston Market
restaurant,
and one about a college boy, disappeared
forever,
now given up for dead,
yet another about a senior citizen,
alzheimer's patient, who wandered
off, found frozen to death,
followed by a man who killed
his date, lo, a "pre-op"
transsexual, and
then, we turned off the TV,
gave thanks,
weakly,
and marched off
trembling to bed, to the night-
mares lurking
on the serengeti of our souls.
New Hampshire, Thanksgiving
1995