He fished the moon from the river, cleaned it, gutted it.
In the pan it cried, on the fork it prayed, in the belly it was silent.
When his mother found what he had done, she slit him open
and reached inside and found the moon and set it free.
It swam again, whole, on the water. She stitched up the boy,
and took him home. Sent him to bed without his supper.