{"id":129401,"date":"2023-09-02T11:58:49","date_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:58:49","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=129401"},"modified":"2023-09-02T11:59:07","modified_gmt":"2023-09-02T15:59:07","slug":"129401","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/129401\/","title":{"rendered":"In commemoration of the lost people"},"content":{"rendered":"<p style=\"font-weight: 400\"><strong>In commemoration of the lost people.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">There\u2019s no loss unless there\u2019s something worth<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Searching for, worth giving a found-it tag.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">In a black bus in sarkin pawa,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">A woman aches in righteous anger<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">For all the people the bandits\u2019 bullet<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Was fortunate enough to retract from earths fine skin.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I know her ache because I,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Too, have nested my ruin in communal faith.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">She didn\u2019t want to bend towards the ruin<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">to become a body of light,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">she didn\u2019t want to be<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Refracted into a bent rainbow &amp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">tap colors from all the music our<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">home has gradually learned to fade into<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">But the heart carries its ache more than the<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">body sags to its own burden.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">she starts a gbagyi praise song and lost her<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">voice into the part where the musician said\u00a0 \u201cgod if i fall,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">lift me, and may they not laugh at my fall\u201d<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">and to say this with eleven episodes of hope,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">she breaks her accent into an accident of several casualties:<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">my body is the most injured.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">The aching silence shoots through her mouth<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0and she\u00a0 sings her voice into pebbles.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">It\u2019s in her sprawling and sparkling body that<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I see our communal birthmark: black<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Smoke-stain traced perfectly into a broken country.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0I speak to her with my Gods tongue: no fatigue,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">nor disease, nor sorrow, nor sadness,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Nor hurt, nor distress befalls a woman.<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">She put her hands into mine and I can texture<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">\u00a0the coarseness of her pa(lm)in,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">I carry all the burden she has come this far to annihilate &amp;<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">today I\u2019m unable to bend\/fold into a prayer,<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">so I attempt my\u00a0 gods accent\u00a0 again and verily and<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">verily it\u2019s in the remembrance of\u00a0 lost people<\/p>\n<p style=\"font-weight: 400\">Do hearts find rest.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>In commemoration of the lost people. There\u2019s no loss unless there\u2019s something worth Searching for, worth giving a found-it tag. In a black bus in sarkin pawa, A woman aches in righteous anger For all the people the bandits\u2019 bullet Was fortunate enough to retract&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":5283,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-129401","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129401","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\/5283"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=129401"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129401\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":129448,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/129401\/revisions\/129448"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=129401"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=129401"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=129401"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}