Casanova Clay

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by Liz Argall

 

I

 

Casanova Clay is the loneliest Golem in the world.

Every day he takes a fresh baked heart from the kiln.

Every day the heat has shattered it.

Casanova kneads his hearts for hours, trying to push out every air bubble, every flaw.

But the results are always the same.

Casanova does not have tears, nor does he have a tongue.

He picks up the broken heart, still hot from the kiln, and grinds it into powder.

He adds water to make slip, nothing is wasted, and starts again.

Casanova Clay is the loneliest Golem in the world.

He could carve a heart out of foam or wood or stone, but he won’t.

He will not abandon his work.

 

 

II

 

Casanova’s kiln is the loneliest kiln in the world.

It burns forever, like the heart of a star, like the rumble of magma,

But it is always cold.

Every day fresh coal is shoved into its mouth,

Every day white ash is scraped from its tongue.

It holds each heart for hours.

Feels each crack, each shattering betrayal.

The kiln would speak, but its mouth is full, and it cannot move.

Casanova’s kiln is the loneliest kiln in the world.

It could crack or break, scatter its burning blood to the open air, but it won’t.

It will not abandon its hearth.

 

III

 

Casanova’s Clay is the loneliest mud in the world

Every day he is kneaded, slip mingling with fresh loam.

Every day he fails, cracking, dying, ground to dust, and rebirthed by water.

He is sieved dirt, like flesh, like desire, like dreams.

He is mass, folding under soft-fingered stone. He becomes a vessel of uneven walls

Valved and chambered, holding what fingers cannot say.

He knows only the touch of hands, of water, of fire.

His skin weeps when he sets.

Casanova’s Clay is the loneliest mud in the world.

He could refuse to break, become a thing, unchanging.

But it won’t, he will not abandon those hands.

 


More from Liz Argall:

Liz Argall PhotoLiz writes love letters to inanimate objects and the webcomic Things Without Arms and Without Legs. Her work has been published in a range of journals and anthologies including The Pedestal Magazine, Strange Horizons and Daily Science Fiction. Her previous incarnations include refuge worker, union organizer, research officer for the Order of Australia Awards and circus manager. She has a website at http://lizargall.com.

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