Black Tea

You tell the story about the broken cup

You tend to the cup with gold 

It lacks binding 

Down from Heaven, 

I brought you stars

But you insisted on getting your own

From a second Heaven

It does not seem easier there

Who can no longer lead through this desert plain

A vast and waterless sea

I already had a boat

But you tore the sails

Demanding you’d have new

I haven’t felt the wind in months 

You brought me a screen

A glass of a constant companion

Another sailor on a long journey

Of more nights than suns 

More days than moons 

The King and Queen without their post 

Reflections upon their thrones

I climb into your open mouth

Speaking knowledge

Of all those books that tore your heart 

Asunder

The death of all ours dogs

The women who hold the devil’s dues