Death
By Mark Heathcote
Sat, 10 Oct 2009
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The cup of water
has a mouth for stars
in the shadow
where a black hole
fills our hearts.
The cup of water
Flavors our eyes
like dew wet dill
we gaze into the skies.
Ferment-do-gooders
do we feel despised!
Death is our only
Natural guardian
He’s never told us lies!
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