The Cup Of Water Poem by Mark. A Heathcote

The Cup Of Water

The cup of water
Has a mouth for stars
In the shadow
Where a black hole
Fills our hearts.
The cup of water
Flavours our eyes
Like dew-wet dill
We gaze into the skies.
Furtive do-gooders
Do we feel despised?
Death is our only
Natural guardian
He's never told us lies.

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