We looked for that immortal fountain in shrines of stained glass and in words of old storytellers who didn’t tell us we're among the last to die. Funny thing since we crossed thousands of years to end drowning in its well well well- I wonder why we forgot to take a sip? Behind us, a small child reaches over and pulls out a nickel. With it, he buys immortality. He may need to add a few years to it still, knowing the kinds of trouble we’ve made in these parts.