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