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2title: "Death's trumpet"
3genre: verse
4
5id: deathstrumpet
6toc: "Death's trumpet"
7
8project:
9 title: Elegies for alternate selves
10 class: elegies
11 order: 28
12 prev:
13 title: 'To Daniel: an elaboration'
14 link: todaniel
15
16epigraph:
17 content: |
18 So Death plays his little fucking trumpet.
19 So what, says the boy.
20 attrib: Larry Levis
21 link: "http://michaelduke.org/2014/07/20/larry-levis-boy-in-video-arcade/"
22...
23
24| He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing
25| until it gleamed like a [tomato on the vine][] that was begging
26| to be picked and thrown on some caprese. Death loved caprese.
27
28| He stood up to put the horn to his lips, trying to imagine
29| it was a woman he loved. He blushed as he realized how bad
30| [the metaphor was][]. He practiced anyway for six hours a day
31| in front of the mirror---what else to do with all the time?
32
33| Death looked at [himself in the mirror][] as he played, the trumpet
34| suspended in midair. _Damn vampire rules_, he thought.
35| He was always worried he might have [missed a spot][] while shaving
36| but he'd never know unless a stranger---he had no friends---
37| was kind enough. Not that he goes out anyway or meets people.
38
39| He started waking up late, staying in bed later.
40| He started thinking he was depressed. He never did eat
41| that caprese, and it started getting soggy, green spots
42| spreading on the mozzarella like bedsores. The sun
43| filtered through the [kitchen blinds like smoke][]. He had
44| to get out of the house. He decided to go to the arcade.
45
46| When he got there, it was empty except for a boy
47| [with dead eyes][]. So far so good, Death thought.
48| He was playing a first-person shooter, something violent.
49| Death walked past him and watched out of the corner
50| of his eye. The kid was good. Death decided
51| to congratulate him. He had his trumpet in his hand.
52
53[himself in the mirror]: moongone.html
54[with dead eyes]: big-dipper.html
55[tomato on the vine]: wallpaper.html
56[the metaphor was]: leaf.html
57[missed a spot]: january.html
58[kitchen blinds like smoke]: what-we-are-made-of.html