A KNIFE
by Natalka Bilotserkivets, 1998
A knife,
to cut bread.
A knife to carve a flute.
A knife
to finish off the lamb
wounded by a wolf.
So
naked, dry and fast
the surface of the fish
cleaned with so much sweat
swims in the Sunday soup.
Sign of mercy and tears.
Don't touch it
without
a nod of approval:
this is a knife,
music that kills.
Not merely a phrase --
this is poetry
beyond
words,
here the grass wipes
the blade of the sky.
bil3.doc 5/13/98
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