Let this fishless pond be the last
I swim. Let the charcoal dust
of these walls house me well.
Let my leathered skin turn to stone
or marble, like the great statues
above penny seas.
Let this suit, heavy as a tortoise shell
be lifted, or allowed to sink to the
dirt of this forever pond
and let my marble skin breathe
the dusty air that my flooded lungs
Let me stay an eternal fountain
rather than just another