The Cup
Thy cup runneth over
drain, must!
loved one beware
seams fraying, straining
famished, must feast
tasteless fog engulfing all,
loved one beware
grasp, tear, smother
by God,
a thousand Gazelles could'nt,
would'nt
hold thy back
Madam, please prepare
poem by Hal Burke
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