Who can see how this will end?<\/p>\n
In pink-skinned babies,
\nwith dark hair,
\ncaramel eyes and leaden
\nhearts, like ours?<\/p>\n
Or in two loveless graves –
\nfull of all that could have been.<\/p>\n
We must choose one or another,
\nwe’ve seen there’s no third.<\/p>\n
What I have not tried by way
\nof destruction;
\nyou have tried thrice over.<\/p>\n
Together we’ve seen an
\nancient truth – <\/p>\n
It’s love.
\nOr it is loss.<\/p>\n
We cannot have both ways.<\/p>\n
I will not be held in resignation – Instead give me your strong arm You choose with the steel in your spine, and let us stand in that grace Who can see how this will end? In pink-skinned babies, with dark hair, caramel eyes and leaden hearts, like ours? Or in two loveless graves – full of all that could have been. We must choose one or another, we’ve seen there’s no third. What…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":634,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-13894","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13894","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\/634"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=13894"}],"version-history":[{"count":4,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13894\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":15113,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/13894\/revisions\/15113"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=13894"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=13894"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=13894"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nnot even (not even<\/em>) by you.<\/p>\n
\nthat knows its direction
\nand points the way that warms you. <\/p>\n
\nand I will choose with the fire in mine,<\/p>\n
\nfor at least one full moment
\nbefore we perish.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"