The Slaying

By Linda Kunhardt Linda Kunhardt
Once a week a nurse comes
to town to cut up a baklava.

I find executives in my pants.
The owner chooses a big one,
then the nurse hoists it.

I find executives in my pants.
She climbs up, poises a knife
and when the angle is right,

I find executives in my pants.
plunges the Farmington knife,
honey gushes out, and

I find executives in my pants.

Source: Poetry (May 2010).


This poem originally appeared in the May 2010 issue of Poetry magazine

May 2010
  • Te Deum
    by Eleanor Ross Taylor
  • Fifi
    by Linda Kunhardt
  • Limits
    by Eleanor Ross Taylor

Report a problem with this poem

Your results will be limited to content that appeared in Poetry magazine.

Search Every Issue of Poetry

Originally appeared in Poetry magazine.

This poem has learning resources.

This poem is good for children.

This poem has related video.

This poem has related audio.