A Thanksgiving poem (from 1957)
SONG OF THE FEAST (for David Amram)
What feast of thee, blue wild body!
My relatives from the mire
wait outside thy plumage gate!
The raging cock, release!
Here the fox-spoon, ye ol’ fudder bucket!
An here the geese-bowl, ol’ gowdy!
Yez, dare the shaker-pep an the shaker blee-ack, too!
C’mon, bring o’er the radiator-soup!
Now we is a eatin, now we is a eatin—
Play the radio flea, ol’ fane
Yez,now we is a eatin an a listening, eatin an a listening —
Hey, blink, pass down the bread sink —
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