The Shape Of Death
I made a little card game last semester based on an excerpt from the poem “The Shape Of Death” by May Swenson. It reads: We know the shape of death. Death is a cloud immense and awesome. At first a lid is lifted from the eye of light: there is a clap of sound, a white blossom belches from the jaw of fright, a pillared cloud churns from white to gray like a monstrous brain that bursts and burns, then turns sickly black, spilling away, filling the whole sky with ashes of dread, thickly it wraps, between the clean sea and the moon, the earth's green head. Trapped in its cocoon, its choking breath we know the shape of death: Death is a cloud. This card game asks the player to basically build out what they think the ‘shape’ of death looks like using as many cards as they want. The deck includes 30 double sided cards with 30 different patterns on each side.