March 15, 2010
This was an "assignment" from Jim Lundy, emcee of Monday Night Poetry and Music (aka Monday Night Blues) held every Monday at 8:00 at the East Bay Meeting House. He challenged us to write a poem from the perspective of an inanimate object. I researched Ginsu® steak knives, they have a website, they are still available.
I am at rest,
set in my appointed slot
set in the block of wood
set upon the kitchen counter
set for service.
Hold my ergonomically designed handle,
perfectly balanced,
in the palm of your hand;
let my stain and rust resistant
stainless steel blade
do the work—
gliding over sinews,
releasing hot juices.
Another slice?
My serrated teeth,
that are never in need of sharpening,
chew the flesh,
part it as I pass,
its tenderness no match
for my razor sharp wit
ness, ness
my cutting power.
I have served,
you are satiated.
In time,
the local law
find me set,
set within
the twenty-fifth fatal wound.
Film at eleven.
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