Historically they meant something,
these givers of life, these wellings-up.
The source of the Nile, the fountain
of youth, the murky patch of damp
clawed from the desert by Cable Hogue.
Now it’s a water cooler, plumbed
into a corridor or corner of the office,
fluoridated dispenser calling to worship
lead-swingers, gossipers, early-swervers,
purveyors of office politics: it’s the source