Christianne Balk

The Kitchen Shears Speak - Poem by Christianne Balk

This division must end.
Again I'm forced to amputate
the chicken's limb; slit the joint,
clip the heart, snip wing from back,

strip fat from flesh, separate
everything from itself. I'm used,
thrown down by unknown hands,
by cowards who can't bear to do

the constant severing. Open and close!
Open and close. I work and never tell.
Though mostly made of mouth, I have no voice,
no legs. My arms are bent, immobile

pinions gripped by strangers. I fear
the grudge things must hold.
I slice rose from bush, skin from muscle,
head from carrot, root from lettuce,

tail from fish. I break the bone.
What if they join against me,
uncouple me, throw away one-half,
or hide my slashed eye? Or worse,

what if I never die? What I fear
most is being caught, then rusted rigid,
punished like a prehistoric
bird, fossilized, and changed

into a winged lizard, trapped while clawing
air, stuck in stone with open beak.

Comments about The Kitchen Shears Speak by Christianne Balk

  • Khairul Ahsan (5/14/2015 11:58:00 PM)

    Imaginations nicely put into words. Loved the poem. (Report) Reply

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  • Kim Barney (5/14/2015 6:29:00 PM)

    Very creative and convincing. Well done indeed. (Report) Reply

  • Edward Kofi Louis (5/14/2015 4:16:00 PM)

    Punished like prehistoric. Nice piece of work. (Report) Reply

  • Savita Tyagi (5/14/2015 3:21:00 PM)

    Wonderful! An interesting read till end. (Report) Reply

  • (5/14/2015 12:17:00 PM)

    Way cool! I've always suspected that my kitchen shears has a glorious imagination like this! But I can never seem to find her when I really need her. Do you think she is hiding from me? (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Monday, January 13, 2003

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