‘A Fine Thanksgiving Day’

O God,

We give thanks to you

With bursting bellies

And drunken lips

And very many shopping trips;

With churches cold and empty,

With altars bare

And bodyless naves,

With doors locked and bolted fast

For fear of Christian worshippers;

With corn dressing

Rearranged genetically

And glyphosate enhanced;

With swine meat

Raised in a cruel, cramped cage

And fed methicilline;

With pistons firing

And motors roaring,

Highways clogged

And jets a-screaming;

With dagger-words

Sharp and hot,

Flung at one another

Over idols blue and red;

With reconciliation made

Round the latest

Horror flick onscreen;

O God,

We bless you

From our devil-darkened hearts.

Surely you will bless us, too,

For we are Puritan Americans, through and through!

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Holy Ælfred the Great, King of England, South Patron, pray for us sinners at the Souð, unworthy though we are!

Anathema to the Union!