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Issue 07 – Saint Rose 2021




The last words of Theoderic the Ostrogoth to his magister, Cassiodorus

So, Cassiodorus, it is you.
And just how long have you been standing there
in the shadows, cloaked in your dark habit
of silence? You wear it so easily,
even after all these years—but then
you have always wielded silence as a weapon
against me, Theoderic, king
of the Ostrogoths and of Rome,
though it is by me the walls still stand
around Byzantium and your beloved Rome.

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About the author

J. C. Scharl

J.C. Scharl is a senior editor at the European Conservative. Her poetry and criticism have appeared in the New Ohio Review, the Hopkins Review, the American Journal of Poetry, and other publications.

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