by Michael Shindler (July 2019)
Goat, Sailor, and Asphodels, John Craxton, 1986
Ash and asphodels hang in the morning air
And white is the color of my true love’s hair.
Above in the high blue sky a black bird flies
And white is the color of my true love’s eyes.
All the wild stars off afar last evening glowed
And cold is the wild blood that last evening flowed.
All cold are the corners of this now strange land
And cold is the caress of my true love’s hand.
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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