Amanda Calderón

He Takes His Head but Leaves His Beard

He leaves his spear. They pursue him until he reaches the woods. It snows again. Snow and the sight of mountains. The wide and fast-flowing shadow which is always at his back early in the afternoon. Hiding, because he can, from constant daylight.

In a narrow boat, a god arrives with fish and wine. It is that wine which is brought down from the mountain across the lake and the god has blessed it. A god like this holds a bundle of kindling in its hand, is dappled silver, has lost its homeland and its fondness for the moon. It wears dog pelts. It is a god on a boat in the shape of a beautiful horse and it is a marvel!  
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