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title: The Death Zone
genre: verse
epigraph:
content: And my life became death.
attrib: Philip Gould
link: TODO
project:
title: Stark Raving
css: stark
order: 7
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link: big-dipper
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![TODO]
When I think of death I think \
of Peter Falk in _The Princess Bride_ patting \
his pockets as he leaves the room
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
Sweaty cheese leaking onto dried-out \
grapes a chocolate fountain clogged \
by some errant strawberry crown
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
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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