Tea Poem by nathan martin

aqua dependent, thirsting for
the mechanical tin priest.

the lord is in the kettle when
the water begins to move.


now there is a river without reason
that flows from the faucet.

the faucet is cheap and leaks when
turned all the way to the right.

the lord is in the cheap faucet
for the lord is in all water.


there is a flame on the stove.

the lord is not in the flame
because it is to late for that.

the lord is in my tea.

sweet soothing calmomile.