Time of Our Lives
Everyone lives for that Thanksgiving meal
Where life grinds by on a crumbling wheel
Tradition is safe, tradition is sound
Distract from the secret buried underground
No one notices the odd heap of earth
In the backyard, like the dirt giving birth
"Pass the potatoes" or "Pass the peas"
Ignore your cousin's dirt-caked knees
Reach for the knife, he offers it to you
Remain calm, slowly swallow then chew
A red hue is layered under each of his nails
Aunt Judy recounts her childhood tales
Laughing, the forced hollow kind, fills the crowded room
I can't help peering out the window at the earth's wound
My cousin waves at me, "Earth to Emma.", and grins
Proudly he wears the deed on his sleeve, cowardly sins
I feel sick and stand, "He killed her! You all saw!"
All my family members turn to stare at me in awe
Aunt Judy jumps up, "You know we don't discuss this!"
My cousin grabs me, "You're one I'll never even miss."
The whole family joins in removing me from the table
Dragging me to the yard,I try to escape but am unable
That was my last Thanksgiving spent in this world
The Thanksgiving the family secret was unfurled.