Blue Bottle

Old blue bottle,
You are...almost a freak.
Rise up...from out of the past,
And let me hear you speak.

Tell me...of your life that was,
Unloose your silent tongue.
How meager were the needs of men,
When you were new and young?

Tell me...What was inside of you?
Was usage hard to bear?
Did someone tip you to their lips?
What portion did you share?

Tell me...What I do not know.
Did you contain what makes you grow?
Or were you there to be filled up?
Were your contents just for show?

Speak up...you old blue-bottle,
For it is honor..unto thee.
That I linger in your presence,
And shake your memories.


E.P. 1908 - 1989