The Fountain City

Children living on a fountain city 

forever young as the water washes 

down marble grooves to its haunches 

draining down throats and boulevards 

nourishment to narcissus. 

The structure looms unto the sky, and the spouts of liquid rescind, 

cancelling progression of age, and the city permeates the same 

no erosion to that great facade, remaining in its perfect state, 

but no better than that, as it never ferments 

a water but never the wine! 

And they haven't the stories or the talent to tell them, living in a cesspool paradise 

stagnating on innocence when the world would teach them otherwise- 

forever engorged on a false pretense, living as like a mock heaven; 

and then the fountain ceased flowing.