Death and the Hatted Man<\/p>\n
For<\/em> Deloris and Rose Etta<\/em><\/p>\n Sister, Sister, I am in a car Numbered cars lumber to the church I wish you were here to hold my hand to Sister, Sister There are rope burns around your neck! Who clasped that hateful choker, Pie? I want to shake you, Sister! <\/p>\n Sister, Sister Jesus, please Wake I\u2019m falling into darkess \u00a9 Davita Joie 2016<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Death and the Hatted Man For Deloris and Rose Etta Sister, Sister, Wake up I am in a car Alone Driven by a hatted man I\u2019ve never seen before I need you Chaser of bogeymans Slayer of monsters who live under beds And ghosts who…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":9,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-19614","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19614","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\/9"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=19614"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19614\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19665,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19614\/revisions\/19665"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19614"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19614"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19614"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWake up<\/p>\n
\nAlone
\nDriven by a hatted man
\nI\u2019ve never seen before
\nI need you
\nChaser of bogeymans
\nSlayer of monsters who live under beds
\nAnd ghosts who sneak in at night to terrorize children with gas and fear<\/p>\n
\nTo view you,
\nSister<\/p>\n
\nFix the barrettes in my pressed hair to
\nFiddle with my gloves and still the
\nTrembling of my hands
\nWhisper, \u201cDon\u2019t be afraid\u201d<\/p>\n
\nWake up<\/p>\n
\nYoung, thin, helpless
\nA too tight purple necklace with
\nScalloped angry edges
\nForged in rage<\/p>\n
\nWho?
\nSpeak<\/p>\n
\nI want to shake your eyes open
\nShake you \u2018til you sit up
\nShake you \u2018til that grisly locket unlatches
\nShake you ’til your trapped breath rushes from your lungs<\/p>\n
\nWake up<\/p>\n
\nSister Pie<\/p>\n
\nWake now<\/p>\n
\nWithout you<\/p>\n