Mar/Apr 2015 • Vol. XXXVII No. 2 PoetryMarch 1, 2015 |

Composite Tiger

It was so wide you thought it was a cinema. It was his foot. Each toe was the head of your national bird, sprung from the mouth of a jackal. Each thick leg, a jackals wily torso, tail tickling the ribs and hooking the thighs of a farmer tucked in the neck, clutching his goat—man and beast agape. It played a newsreel across its spine: decorated horses on march. They come upon a writhing blue elephant the size of a man, its trunk locked with the tusks of a wild boar sloshing about the belly on its back. A bitter war. Everyone suffered. Here, the sky grows red with embarrassment. Life's work is to lie in wait.

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Amanda Calderon holds an MFA from New York University. She was a 2014 Poets House Emerging Poets Fellow and a 2012 fellow at the Norman Mailer Writers Colony. Other writing can be found in Poetry, Poets & Writers, and Words Without Borders.

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