The Chalice
Rejoice! Rejoice!
I am a woman,
but I’m out to grab that Emperor’s crown.
His hands have me.
He holds me by my smallest part.
I’m not a glass-half-empty person.
I’m not a glass-half-full person.
I’m an overflowing chalice containing fine red wine.
I turn the world around me
into an unsettled sea
that the drunkards bathe in
and the sober flee from.
I’m a cup who knows no limits.
My spilled contents swallow
other cups up.
They lay at the bottom
of my red wine sea.
The cups are forced into fullness.
They are surrounded.
May your cup stream over
before it drowns in my overflow.
And that Emperor?
He’s still licking the wine
off the ground.