My Polished Cabinets

by on April 6, 2021 :: 0 comments

Before turning into my cabinet
they were teak trees,
their tangled bark
smoothened through many cuts.
I heard they protested with every bruise,
snapped their branches at
every beating they took
and the wind howled when they
were forced out of mother earth.
But, the axe had its way
so that I do not have to work on the floor.
My cabinet now looks ‘pretty’ and
polished, wiping out all traces
of the rough bark, wild and intertwined.

editors note:

Our kitchens come from carnage. Deaf to their cries, we bake our pies. – mh clay

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