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.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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