"Christian" graphite on paper by Cristina Querrer I t could have been you, as you always said. Be happy , you'd say, as you gallop across the waves in your toy boat. I could have drawn your form while you were sleeping, keep you immortal. There are no pictures of us to forget or adore, only Neptune now knows the truth of you. & he will one day spring from the sea after sundry sailors & foul fishermen who scrape the sea floor with careless anchors. Each day I sketch the shouts and screams of your sirens across your Pacific sunsets. Immortal only are the waters you rode on for the nets you cast, the bounty you caught never belonged to you. You must pay it back to the gods & those inland victims of yours at every port.