Paul Fattaruso
from Village Carved from an Elephant's Tusk





The doctor rides his horse along the outer contours of the village.

Soon it is night and he cannot see.

He gathers that his horse can see through this dark.

He can hear his horse breathing.

Soon he can hear something else too, the steps of a darting fox.

The fox darts all around the horse,

some kind of game.

Soon he wonders whether it’s a fox at all, or only the sound of his own breathing.

Soon he hears another sound—the breath of the fox.