by Sasami

The glass chalice breaks in my hand,
The shards slash my palm deep with their
Sharp edges, and my red blood swells
And makes its tracks onto the floor,
Making a small pool, and you gave
It to me, trusted me to leave it
Intact, but I must have pressed too
Hard, and now we both pay for my
Inability to perform
Even a simple task. And if
I can't even do something that
Easy, how can anyone trust me
With anything needing any
Skill or ability at all?

--Chris Ess / Sasami

Added 16 March 1999

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