{"id":10227,"date":"2015-06-13T00:00:49","date_gmt":"2015-06-13T04:00:49","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=10227"},"modified":"2015-06-13T17:48:02","modified_gmt":"2015-06-13T21:48:02","slug":"poem-8-the-hunter","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2015\/06\/poem-8-the-hunter\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem #8 THE HUNTER"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>____THE HUNTER____<br \/>\n\u202a\u202c<br \/>\nHe&#8217;s loaded with his tools<br \/>\nPraying to even see a hoof<br \/>\nHe enters the darkest bush<br \/>\nJust to survive with a standing tooth!&#8212;<br \/>\n\u202a\u202c<br \/>\nWhen the dew made no stay<br \/>\nMy eyes travelled to his feet<br \/>\nAnd spied the footprints<br \/>\nOf his &#8221;b)d)w 3wu&#8221;____<\/p>\n<p>That night all failed<br \/>\nSo he brought home<br \/>\nNot even a snail<br \/>\nO, mboa nyina k) atwee<br \/>\nNa m3y3d3n edzidzi_____<\/p>\n<p>He cried out loud<br \/>\nThe forest starves his throat<br \/>\nFor the land goddess has dried his &#8221;b)t)&#8221; up<br \/>\nWife and children cry not even blood____<\/p>\n<p>Sleeplessly they all lie<br \/>\nUnder that transformed hut<br \/>\nWhiles the sun scorches<br \/>\nHardly on their tongues<br \/>\nI can hear his songs<br \/>\nSung on today&#8217;s mat<br \/>\nSo if the hunter would knash his teeth<br \/>\nAnd kill his breath___<\/p>\n<p>The same land<br \/>\nShall carry him on her breast<br \/>\nWhy not supplement his works<br \/>\nAnd double the weak steps?<\/p>\n<p>For should the bush animals live in ecstacy<br \/>\nWouldn&#8217;t the hunter even catch &#8217;em<br \/>\nWith his hands?<br \/>\nAnd spare his gadgets?<br \/>\nI hereby come to squat in the jungle<br \/>\nTo only pour my ink<br \/>\nTo clean the blood on the logs!<\/p>\n<p>(C)2015 All Copyrights Reserved<br \/>\nKofi Acquah<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>____THE HUNTER____ \u202a\u202c He&#8217;s loaded with his tools Praying to even see a hoof He enters the darkest bush Just to survive with a standing tooth!&#8212; \u202a\u202c When the dew made no stay My eyes travelled to his feet And spied the footprints Of his&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":233,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10227","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10227","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/233"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=10227"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10227\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10287,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10227\/revisions\/10287"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=10227"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=10227"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=10227"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}