blob: bea3f65f2a2ba3881053133ef12d3e4fcfc61cee (
plain)
1
2
3
4
5
6
7
8
9
10
11
12
13
14
15
16
17
18
19
20
21
22
23
24
25
26
27
28
29
30
31
32
33
34
35
36
37
38
39
|
<!DOCTYPE html>
<!-- Template for compiled 'Autocento' documents -->
<html>
<head>
<meta charset="utf-8">
<meta name="generator" content="pandoc">
<meta name="viewport" content="width=device-width, initial-scale=1.0, user-scalable=yes">
<meta name="author" content="Case Duckworth">
<!-- more meta tags here -->
<title>The boar | Autocento of the breakfast table</title>
<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="_common.css">
<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="_verse.css">
<link rel="stylesheet" type="text/css" href="_elegies.css">
<!--[if lt IE 9]>
<script src="http://html5shim.googlecode.com/svn/trunk/html5.js"> </script>
<![endif]-->
</head>
<body>
<header>
<!-- title -->
<h1 class="title">The boar</h1>
</header>
<section class="verse">
<p>Now the ticking clocks scare me.<br />The <a href="mountain.html">empty</a> rooms, clock towers, belfries;<br />I am terrified by them all.</p>
<p>I really used to enjoy going to church,<br />singing in the choir, listening to the sermon.<br />Now the chairs squeal like dying pigs—</p>
<p>It was the boar that did it.<br /><a href="telemarketer.html">Fifteen feet</a> from me that night<br />in the grass, rooting for God<br />knows what, finding me instead.</p>
<p>I ran, not knowing where or how,<br />not looking for his pursuit of me.<br />I ran to God’s front door, found<br />it locked, found the <a href="i-am.html">house</a> empty</p>
<p>with a note saying, “Condemned.”</p>
</section>
<nav>
</nav>
</body>
</html>
|
