Wormwood

by Michael Shindler (November 2020)


Sea with Violet Clouds, Emile Nolde, 1946

 

 

In a violet sea was an island of many mountains that were all shadows, for the day was almost over. Along its shore floated a small boat that was so close that the people who were also all shadows could see that lying within it was a half-asleep man wrapped in a shroud. But as the people of the island were unused to such sights, they said nothing.

        The face of the sea was still, but for the boat and the water in its wake, which glistened. But just as the boat floated past the midpoint of the island, the people turned to the sky and saw that all the stars that the boat had floated under were gone. So, the people grew afraid, for they saw that the half-asleep man was taking their stars.

        At last, a madman from among the people dived into the violet sea and swam to the boat. But one eye of the half-asleep man was the waning moon and the other was the sun. Being afraid, the madman turned backward to the empty sky and seeing its emptiness missed the stars bitterly. So, he faced the half-asleep man and told him that if he would return the stars, he would lie in his place for all his days. Hearing this, the half-asleep man said nothing, but opened his eye that was the waning moon. Again, the madman turned backward and missed the stars bitterly. So, he faced the half-asleep man and told him that if he would return the stars, he would lie in his place for all his nights. Hearing this, the half-asleep man said nothing, but opened his eye that was the sun. 

        The madman looked ahead, for he could not bear to turn backward again. But in the sky ahead there was left one star and the madman seeing it loved it with all his madness. And with his face fixed to that star he told the half-asleep man that if he would but spare it, he would lie in his place for the day that was life and the night that was death. Hearing this, the half-asleep man sat up, removed his shroud, wrapped it around the body of the madman, laid him down into the boat with his face toward the sky, and with a sign of holy promise dived into the violet sea. 

 

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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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