Christianne Balk


Christianne Balk Poems

1. Birds, Converging 3/19/2012
2. Shorthorns 1/1/2004
3. Lauds For St. Germaine Cousin (1579-1601) 1/1/2004
4. Departure 1/1/2004
5. The Kitchen Shears Speak 1/13/2003
Best Poem of Christianne Balk

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...

Read the full of The Kitchen Shears Speak
[Hata Bildir]