From ecda49e0b20ad3bd52449356dccf2f8095ecfb70 Mon Sep 17 00:00:00 2001
From: Case Duckworth
Date: Wed, 25 Mar 2015 21:49:45 -0700
Subject: Flatten directory structure

All content files (*.txt, *.html, *.river) are now in /.
I did this to simplify the compilation step, and to make
linking easier.  I'm still thinking about whether I should
move the contents of js/, img/, and lua/ into /, or into
an 'assets' folder of some sort.  We'll see.
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-title: "Death's trumpet"
-id: deathstrumpet
-genre: verse
-
-project:
-    title: Elegies for alternate selves
-    class: elegies
-    order: 28
-    prev:
-      title: 'To Daniel: an elaboration'
-      link: todaniel
-
-epigraph:
-    content: |
-        So Death plays his little [fucking](apollo11.html) trumpet.
-        So what, says the boy.
-    attrib: Larry Levis
-...
-
-He didn't have any polish so he spit-shined the whole thing, \
-top to bottom.  It gleamed like maybe a tomato on the vine \
-begging to be picked and thrown on some caprese.  Death loved caprese.
-
-He stood up and put the horn to his lips, imagining \
-it was a woman he loved.  He blushed as he realized \
-it was a terrible metaphor.  \
-He practiced for six hours a day---what else to do?
-
-Death looks at [himself in the mirror][moongone] as he plays.  \
-The trumpet is suspended in midair.  Damn vampire rules.  \
-Death is always worried he might have missed a spot shaving \
-but he'll never know unless a stranger is polite enough.  \
-Not that he ever goes out or meets anyone.
-
-He wakes up late these days.  Stays in bed later.  \
-He thinks he might be depressed.  The caprese has gotten soggy \
-since he made it, maybe three days ago or maybe just two.  \
-The sun streams through his kitchen blinds like smoke.  \
-He decides to go to the arcade.  When he gets there,
-
-there's only a [little boy][] with dead eyes.  So far so good.  \
-He's playing a first-person shooter.  Death walks past him \
-and watches out of the corner of his eye.  The kid's good.  \
-Death wants to congratulate him.  His trumpet is in his hand.
-
-[moongone]: moongone.html
-[little boy]: angeltoabraham.html
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