Beating his lead
Beating his lead with the blunt end of his axe, flattening it in order to forget that he is a child of death who wants to weight his net. Until it is suddenly done and the one who did not disappear stands in my room, taking me in; still lying whether I am, and how. Just as you might ask a fisherman returning with nothing: So where's the fish? And for him to reply, without resentment, without envy: The fish--it's in the sea.
From Against the Forgetting by Hans Faverey. Copyright © 2004 by Francis R. Jones and Lela Zečković-Faverey. Reprinted by permission of New Directions. All rights reserved.