Recycled Blessings

Thanksgiving repast tendered

Nature's bounty rendered

Yet on the cusp

Silted leaves linger

Dressing stale blades

As interred souls

Crown poultry's dividend

Candied yams, parsed pumpkins

Hallow spent blessings

Foreshadow rotting canvas

of motling colors

Gilded with pretence

As the extant refuse

Recycles into the seams

Burrowing future dreams