He went out to the quarry on that star-filled frigid night
and jumped into the hollow pool, 80 feet in height
The hewn rock walls weren't shocked to feel
the waves upon their skin
But the water bit the boy and froze his blood
from deep within.
The darkness of the sky pressed on his heart
and slowed it's beat
as the depths below absorbed his strength
and sapped him of his heat
Suspended for an hour at his forty four foot swim
the flooded quarry took him on an underwater whim.
Copyright © Tatyana Carney | Year Posted 2005
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