Juno’s Last Glass

What madness

Fills this cup?

What sadness

Fills it up?

Was its fruit

Plucked by hand?

Or picked up softly,

From the land?

Crushed it,

Must;

(Pressed,

We trust.)

Seeds,

Skins,

Solids,

Juice.

’fined,

Filtered

Racked

& aged.

Bottled,

Barreled?

(Corked,

Or screwed?)

What madness

Fills this cup?

What sadness

Fills it up?

Sip, my dear one,

Sip softly, now;

Taste today,

Talk tomorrow.