{"id":21012,"date":"2016-08-13T14:32:57","date_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:32:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=21012"},"modified":"2016-08-13T14:32:57","modified_gmt":"2016-08-13T18:32:57","slug":"civil-war-half-marathon-6","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2016\/08\/civil-war-half-marathon-6\/","title":{"rendered":"Civil War (half-marathon #6)"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>My body is a country.<\/p>\n<p>It is a country<\/p>\n<p>Of curves, rolling hills,<\/p>\n<p>Valleys that move to the rhythm of steps,<\/p>\n<p>Thick forests of redwood,<\/p>\n<p>Rivers and streams that<\/p>\n<p>Run through muscle and bone,<\/p>\n<p>And it is a country<\/p>\n<p>Ruled by culture.<\/p>\n<p>It runs like the blood carrying<\/p>\n<p>Oxygen to every settlement<\/p>\n<p>And buries its roots deep<\/p>\n<p>Like the branches<\/p>\n<p>Of my brain cells.<\/p>\n<p>I am inhabited by<\/p>\n<p>Storytellers, artisans,<\/p>\n<p>Wood witches, students,<\/p>\n<p>Fortune tellers, thinkers,<\/p>\n<p>And royalty.<\/p>\n<p>Every piece,<\/p>\n<p>Like a freckled star,<\/p>\n<p>Is apart of me.<\/p>\n<p>It makes my trees take root<\/p>\n<p>And it makes my clouds rain.<\/p>\n<p>But there is a war.<\/p>\n<p>A great invasion.<\/p>\n<p>Invators who slash at the moon and<\/p>\n<p>Make the sun internally bleed.<\/p>\n<p>There are battles and unrest.<\/p>\n<p>Make the land smaller.<\/p>\n<p>Blow through the mountains and hills.<\/p>\n<p>Flatten out the land<\/p>\n<p>So that it is smooth,<\/p>\n<p>Perfect and beautiful.<\/p>\n<p>Make it rain acid.<\/p>\n<p>The water will never nourish,<\/p>\n<p>It will only pollute.<\/p>\n<p>Let there be control:<\/p>\n<p>A dictatorship over what I never felt was truly mine.<\/p>\n<p>It is a power toss.<\/p>\n<p>Control will sit in my hand like an obedient bird,<\/p>\n<p>But will then fly away.<\/p>\n<p>It flutters out of control<\/p>\n<p>With no way to return home.<\/p>\n<p>It is a war.<\/p>\n<p>The only way to win is<\/p>\n<p>To keep chasing that bird.<\/p>\n<p>I will keep chasing it into<\/p>\n<p>The sunset.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>My body is a country. It is a country Of curves, rolling hills, Valleys that move to the rhythm of steps, Thick forests of redwood, Rivers and streams that Run through muscle and bone, And it is a country Ruled by culture. It runs like&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":904,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-21012","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21012","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\/904"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=21012"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21012\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":21148,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/21012\/revisions\/21148"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=21012"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=21012"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=21012"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}