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title: The Death Zone
genre: verse
id: death-zone
toc: "The death zone"
epigraph:
content: And my life became death.
attrib: Philip Gould
link: http://www.npr.org/blogs/13.7/2013/11/19/245996903/embracing-life-and-death
ekphrastic:
image: gould.png
title: Philip Gould
link: 'http://www.npr.org/blogs/13.7/2013/11/19/245996903/embracing-life-and-death'
project:
title: Stark Raving
class: stark
order: 7
next:
- title: The Big Dipper
link: big-dipper
- title: Exasperated
link: exasperated
prev:
- title: Exasperated
link: exasperated
- title: AMBER alert
link: amber-alert
...
| 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.
[his pockets]: creation-myth.html
[Sweaty cheese]: i-wanted-to-tell-you-something.html
[earth's womb]: about-the-author.html
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