& as you bow your heads to pray

& as you bow your heads to pray /      pray
a silent prayer
around a chicken who lies motionless
before your hungry eyes /     dead
dead as your dreams /      as your hopes
            / dead as that silent prayer
               that dies more & more each day /
                     that no ears will ever share
               that that dead chicken      / which you
               in your shame dare to call a turkey
                     will never hear
not that god /    lost in the heavens
eating real turkey
who to you now pray for blessings
        will never hear
/ i wish you a happy thanksgiving.

& as you bow your heads to pray /      pray
a silent prayer
for the little boy who dances in the snow /
barefooted
he loves to greet new falling snow
& has no shoes
& hopes that santa on christmas eve
will slide down the chimney
             of his tenement slum
& in his stockings which he has hung
by the fire escape
             / o so carefully
                as not to tear them any more
will find them filled with little hopes 
& tiny dreams
& beneath that narrow leaf       / which he
in his shame dares call a tree
               / a christmas tree
santa will leave toys
                   of wooden soldiers 
                    & plastic dolls
filled with love for him and his (
                               & does not know
                               that santa nods on roofs
                               & climbs on fire escapes
                               & snatches pocket-books
                  / & leaves no wooden soldiers
                     or plastic dolls
                     filled with love for him & his
                     beneath his narrow leaf)
/ i wish him a merry christmas.

& as you bow your heads to pray /      pray
please pray a silent prayer
for the poor old woman who sits by the stove /
to keep warm
as she looks out her window /
                   watching the falling snow
                   & for the numbers' man /
she waits       / waits silently
for steam to rush through rusty pipes /
for santa to stop his nodding
for you to stop your prayer /      open your eyes
& boooooooo away the mouse
that nibbles on your chicken (
                     there are too many prayers
                     that need be prayed
                     for all/     all to be done
                     at just one meal)
& waits /       she silendy waits
for god to hear your prayers
                     / after dinner /
/ i wish her a happy new year.

Jesús Papoleto Meléndez, "& as you bow your heads to pray" from Hey Yo! Yo Soy!: 40 Years of Nuyorican Street Poetry A Bilingual Edition. Copyright © 2012 by Jesus Papoleto Melendez.  Reprinted by permission of 2Leaf Press.
Source: Hey Yo! Yo Soy!: 40 Years of Nuyorican Street Poetry A Bilingual Edition (2Leaf Press, 2012)
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