Poem: Cupbearer
By: JD DeHart
Imagine the job, sipping the cup
Knowing there may be poison
Do you love the king
Or is this only the best you can
Find, or are you a person of faith
Ancient snake-handler of sorts
Taking up life in the libation
A solitary set of eyes travels
To wall, wondering what murmurings
Compact among the people
Conspiracy leading to demise
Thinking:
Is this the last time I will see
The borders of my homeland?
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