Zo simpel, maar zo mooi!

The cup,

Before you sleep
take the cup,
toss out the dregs,
turn on the tap


rinse
swill out
and rinse again.


Before you lay it
by to drain


How many mouths
have touched it?


Whose?


How many times?
And when will it
be broken?


For surely the cup
will come
to be broken-


water
lips
and a time for breaking


were implied in the making.

Uit een Ierse gedichtenbundel genaamd Oven Lane van Michael Coady.

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