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---
title: The boar
id: boar
genre: verse
project:
title: Elegies for alternate selves
class: elegies
order: 8
prev:
- title: The ocean overflows with camels
link: theoceanoverflowswithcamels
next:
- title: Dead man
link: deadman
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| Now the ticking clocks scare me.
| The [empty][] rooms, clock towers, belfries;
| I am terrified by them all.
| I really used to enjoy going to church,
| singing in the choir, listening to the sermon.
| Now the chairs squeal like dying pigs---
| It was the boar that did it.
| [Fifteen feet][] from me that night
| in the grass, rooting for God
| knows what, finding me instead.
| I ran, not knowing where or how,
| not looking for his pursuit of me.
| I ran to God's front door, found
| it locked, found the [house][] empty
| with a note saying, "Condemned."
[empty]: mountain.html
[Fifteen feet]: telemarketer.html
[house]: i-am.html
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