Mexican walking fish (Xochimilco) Let me recount the story: When the fifth Sun was born he sat high in the sky. He did not move. So came the wind, Ehecatl whose killing blade lay low the gods to induce the Sun to move. Xolotl, lightning man, his job was to guard the Sun his job was to retrieve the bones of the dead from Mictlan his job was to dart from heaven with a torch in hand. Xolotl was unwilling to die to give movement to the Sun and so he changed his shape. First he became a young maize with two feet in the earth. Next he became a twin maguey with his spires twining to the moon. Last he became a water dog in the moonless underworld. But in the end the wind came even there: Ehecatl found and killed Xolotl Ever since, Axolotl, water dog has remained unchanged in the limestone grottos of Xochimilco. And so let us leave the coal in the hole for you let the fires of Xibalba burn as they will for you let us leave the waters of night to their own swim for you leave the torch of the heavens to its charges for you. For you are the electromagnetic god of lightning in the caves. In the spring you leave the ground and cavort in the air. In the spring, the grass becomes fog, and from the mist you are born. In your underwater caverns you travel like Slavic eggs carried by Asian nomads from the Scythian steppe to the Mexica homeland. In mountain and in hill you have survived worlds upon worlds feeding the birth of the world. May it be ever so.