The First Cup

The First Cup

The first cup was fashioned of flesh

A woman formed a cup with her hands
And dipped it into a stream 
And drank it empty
And dipped and drank again

Invention of necessity

From this model
Clay was shaped and baked
On its sides patterns were inscribed
It was given a handle to hold it by

What followed were countless cups and mugs
The chalice that caught Christ's blood

The cup she made of her hands 
The cup you last drank from
Is a descendant of

When thirsty 
Without a cup at hand
Say when running through the park
You can always form one with your hands
Hold it under the fountain that never stops flowing
And drink from the oldest of vessels