“The Kitchen Shears Speak” by Christianne Balk
Poetry 180: A Poem a Day for American High Schools, Hosted by Billy Collins, U.S. Poet Laureate, 2001-2003
The Kitchen Shears Speak
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.
from Bindweed, 1985
Copyright 2001 by Christianne Balk.
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Reprinted by permission of Macmillan Press from Bindweed. Copyright 1985 by Christianne Balk. For further permissions information, contact Christianne Balk, 6845 47th Avenue, N.E., Seattle, Washington 98115.
About the Poet
Christianne Balk (1953- ) is the author of two poetry collections, including Desiring Flight (Purdue University Press, 1995). Honors include the Walt Whitman Award from the Academy of American Poets, Verna Emery Poetry Prize from Purdue University, and grants from the Ingram Merrill Foundation and the Seattle Arts Council.
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