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.