Your jars and words traverse centuries
couplets etched in wet clay
hardened by fire as was your life—
a man enslaved who claimed ownership
of his own creations, who never abandoned
his wit or faith. What did your creator
bake into you, what lines, what praise
gave you strength to rise each day,
to turn the wheel, to have your say?
Homage to David Drake, the Potter Poet
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