{"id":141904,"date":"2023-09-03T05:53:22","date_gmt":"2023-09-03T09:53:22","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=141904"},"modified":"2023-09-03T05:53:22","modified_gmt":"2023-09-03T09:53:22","slug":"ghazal-with-the-night-as-climate-change","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2023\/09\/ghazal-with-the-night-as-climate-change\/","title":{"rendered":"Ghazal with the night as climate change."},"content":{"rendered":"

Ghazal with the night as climate change.<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

I open the remains of the night<\/p>\n

And pour them into dark vastness, the night.<\/p>\n

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Everything I seem to love is growing into cracks,<\/p>\n

My brother is the first to see, body of darkness \u2014night<\/p>\n

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My brother is everything bent the wrong way\u2014C<\/p>\n

Every where the pain forgets to nest it ruin\u2014night<\/p>\n

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My brother is a body of liquids \u2014sea<\/p>\n

Every where what drowns returns to life \u2014night.<\/p>\n

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I sit beneath what used to be a tree,<\/p>\n

An inferno of beautiful things in my mouth; call it night<\/p>\n

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I spit all the darkness, all the silence into all the wrong places,<\/p>\n

The furrow on my accent is louder than my voice, I bury the night<\/p>\n

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Everything that covers a prayer and does it well,<\/p>\n

Can be tagged beautiful in Arabic and called night<\/p>\n

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My mother would mistake my brother\u2019s name<\/p>\n

For sukko, <\/em>in gbagyi it\u2019s the only way to say night<\/p>\n

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My uncle nurtures an oak tree, my sister wants<\/p>\n

A beach house so we take down the tree: night?<\/p>\n

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We put pillars everywhere that could home a tree<\/p>\n

The beach house stands erect in the absence of trees\u2014night<\/p>\n

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I gather my silence every time gasses erupt<\/p>\n

Like little prayers in the sanctuary of God: night.<\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

\u00a0<\/strong><\/p>\n

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Ghazal with the night as climate change. \u00a0 I open the remains of the night And pour them into dark vastness, the night. Everything I seem to love is growing into cracks, My brother is the first to see, body of darkness \u2014night My brother…<\/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-141904","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141904","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=141904"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141904\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":141911,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/141904\/revisions\/141911"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=141904"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=141904"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=141904"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}