by profession a mercenary teacher of fortune;
in the stillness of the invisible,
a mendicant poet with a worm's eye inkling of floating crystalline stars.
warmed by the hell-fired magma
ruminating gases upward
into the stubbly earthly field currently housing my ass,
here's me, giving thanks,
on the day designated for it by a few great liars of historical fantasy.
luckily football and turkey survived the demonic plan.