Soul Tap Poem by Kali Rose Stewart

There is an oak barrel with a steady, strong spout
No one quite knows what it's really about
But it's full of a thing that may be our "being"
And we wonder if 'twill e'er run out.
But what happens when the spouting stops spouting
Its wood panels begin to leak?
What can one do in a soul's sudden droughting
When there be no replenishing creek?

We're tapped till we're tapped, methinks.
And n'er again will Alma e'er come out
Because people just love to drink.