by Michael Shindler (January 2020)
Deer in a Monastery Garden, Franz Marc, 1912
A white stag, a white stag,
How many hands is he high?
Are his antlers silver?
And is the sea in his eye?
A strange clang, a strange clang
From the antlers and the sword.
Together we had come:
One a king and one a lord
Where goes he, where goes he?
He who was but in my hand,
There he was; there he fell
Like a shadow falls on land.
Michael Shindler is a writer living in Washington, DC. His work has appeared in publications including The American Conservative, The American Spectator, National Review Online, New English Review, University Bookman, and Providence. Follow him on Twitter @MichaelShindler.
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