Bottled Water

By | 24 September 2002

I like the tank tops.
And I don't mind the blue hats.
But why no trousers?
As if any of us
has something new to show.

Any one of us
might be pumped from a bath
or pulled down from a shower:
who would ever know?

Yet here we stand
for the Grand Door Opening,
the mighty hand that reaches in
takes one, yet leaves another.
As if there was some
difference between us.
Some truth to judgement.

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