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A bull called Calvary,
In the depths of winter Calvary seeks refuge underground
far from the howl sweeping the land’s frozen surface with the low battering void.
In earth
The dark labyrinth is warmer here than the cave mouth
and a different world
The two brothers Altamira and Pech Merle creep within the light of the fire stick that makes the path between knowing and that, which is not
their shadows move beyond the footfalls
the murmurs and shifts within the light of the fire stick and the edge of seeing on sleeping stone
Calvary is there
roaring fingers mix rust with bone,
charcoal with clay
to mark the sleep of stone
or paint upon, which the ancestor did
to danger in this labyrinth, living beyond the edge where bull and bear and mammoth roam.
there darkness goes
Circling on the other side
They force Calvary to the bullring and mark him like they say, and stab him with a crucifix till blood floods the shoulder then sleeps like painted stone
they cut off his ears and tail for display in trust the beast is dead the family cheer and cheer again but they only stab the flesh
because Calvary is coming again and again,
when danger yawns in the labyrinth
from the horns
winter howls overhead.
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