The job is to ensure
that the kitchen knives
stay sharp
Sweeping the blades
at thirty degrees
across the diamond stone
to be certain
they will cut
when called upon
and to make a place
for them to hang
within easy reach when needed
There was a time
when a kitchen knife
cut meat and roots and throats
with equanimity
and no one thinking
it should be otherwise
as the red gushing neck
of the hen too old
to lay any more
promised nothing
but a good dinner
and a hearty soup
Just part of the cycle
of the household
That whole life and death thing
which we no longer have
to think about
as we go about our day

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