Who'll Wash The Dishes

[Aish]

Three thousand knives
along with other silverware
lay strewn across the battlefield
like bodies waiting to be mourned The first four lines are enigmatic.
burnt pots and pans
proud soiled spoils of war Up to point I thought you were setting us up for a look at domestic war: i.e. 'I cooked, you clean up', or something along those lines.
lay to waste in no mans land
where pretty little picture tiles
with scenes of rustic
farm yard life, now spattered
in the culinary aftermath
bear witness
to the casualties
of my creative
cooking urge Very cute.