From df0d5f3cb03f8bf7d72e067c0fd7ee54ce4b86eb Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001 From: Case Duckworth Date: Tue, 24 Mar 2015 22:53:18 -0700 Subject: Change template and CSS for flatter structure - Change CSS to one file - Change template to reflect CSS flattening --- death-zone.html | 28 +++++++++++++--------------- 1 file changed, 13 insertions(+), 15 deletions(-) (limited to 'death-zone.html') diff --git a/death-zone.html b/death-zone.html index d705dc7..1145184 100644 --- a/death-zone.html +++ b/death-zone.html @@ -12,23 +12,19 @@ The Death Zone | Autocento of the breakfast table - + - - - - - - + -
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The Death Zone

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When I think of death I think
of Peter Falk in The Princess Bride patting
his pockets as he leaves the room

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Life is a series of doors or so
they say but I ask them this
where does that last door lead?

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For Falk maybe it leads backstage
a black-walled catered affair with stage
lights slowly baking stale muffins

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Sweaty cheese leaking onto dried-out
grapes a chocolate fountain clogged
by some errant strawberry crown

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but this is not where it leads for you or
for me that door opens onto darkness marked
only by a trellis or the lid of a casket

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the door of the earth’s womb opening
finally to accept us and with us the dirt
not to grow more strawberries for Falk

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but to pad his feet as he walks overhead
to visit someone he certainly cares about
but whose name is lost to posterity.

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When I think of death I think
of Peter Falk in The Princess Bride patting
his pockets as he leaves the room

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Life is a series of doors or so
they say but I ask them this
where does that last door lead?

+

For Falk maybe it leads backstage
a black-walled catered affair with stage
lights slowly baking stale muffins

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Sweaty cheese leaking onto dried-out
grapes a chocolate fountain clogged
by some errant strawberry crown

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but this is not where it leads for you or
for me that door opens onto darkness marked
only by a trellis or the lid of a casket

+

the door of the earth’s womb opening
finally to accept us and with us the dirt
not to grow more strawberries for Falk

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but to pad his feet as he walks overhead
to visit someone he certainly cares about
but whose name is lost to posterity.

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