The Water Fountain (early 1990's)

Yes.
Drink of me.
Drink of my blood.

All the while, leave your diseases with me,
Burden my orifice with your slime
It concerns me not.

I live for your need,
Your hole.

I need only to be taken from-
You cannot give me anything.
Perhaps you think you can
(it feels mutual when I help you through a cough,
or a particularly thirsty moment)

But,

The only thing (new) that you can give
To a dispenser of life
Is death-

I am not in my vocabulary.

Take of me,
Make me worth my salt.