What am I?
Posted: Thu Jun 01, 2006 7:44 pm
When I bend and the battle-sting
Snakes through my belly,
I am primed to drive off the death-stroke.
When my lord and tormentor releases my limbs, I am long again.
As laced with slaughter, I spit out
The death-blend I swallowed before.
What whistles from my belly does not easily pass,
And the man who seizes this sudden cup
Pays with his life for the long, last drink.
Unwound I will not obey any man;
Bound tight, I serve. Say what I am.
Snakes through my belly,
I am primed to drive off the death-stroke.
When my lord and tormentor releases my limbs, I am long again.
As laced with slaughter, I spit out
The death-blend I swallowed before.
What whistles from my belly does not easily pass,
And the man who seizes this sudden cup
Pays with his life for the long, last drink.
Unwound I will not obey any man;
Bound tight, I serve. Say what I am.
