From a red
Rusted tap,
I am poured out
Into a yellow
Stained sink,
Down a black
Corroded drain,
And through to...
God knows where,
Having watered
No live thing
That I can see.

Why
Am I not
From a pregnant sky,
A child's eye,
Or even
A valiant try?

Only He can say
And light the way,
For in the end
I AM
Not,
And
That's all that counts.