The overseer prances the ground, br keeping watch over his roosters, and br taking delight in his pear-shape hens. br All this in commemoration of harvest br by colonists of yore. br br I Remember the war between br courage and cowardice and the br battles lost year after year and br scanning back over my short life br of freedom in the wilds... br "summonding into mind my own freedom br held captive by paranoia and its cohorts... br my own overseers'? br br br convincing myself that, a turkey i br am not because i'm exempting myself br from fear, yet knowing man's crimson br deeds are no phantasm. br Still, i'm releasing my fear and dread, br fluffing my grey and black plumages, and br strutting to the chopping block... br He chopped off my head, br plucked my feathered, br cast lots for special entrails. br I was saged and bread-filled, br and stuff in hot oven br until tanned, deliciously! br br Laying belly up, the center of attraction, as br designed plates, napkins, knives and folks-j br ust for this occasion- all edge br the white-laced table cloth; br and veggies showing off their colors; br sitting in brown gravy, a tender brown br pot roast was quietly beefing off. br Brown rolls were taking takes dip in gravey, br as ocean spray cranberry sauce and br delicious sweetie pies remain handy. br br The loosly dressed guests quietness br fills the room, praise extends all, br just a casual mention of the hungry, br no utterance of the turkey. br Stuffing their stomachs until br Bellies bulge, they sit br viewing the remains.