Silence is an echo unable to find its way home, a name<\/p>\n
dangling mid-stasis. A mother cradles a dead son in her lap.<\/p>\n
She sits alone in an empty room, the walls cider blocks,<\/p>\n
the high ceiling with an oculus built into it, an eye<\/p>\n
open to the elements. Tonight it will rain for hours.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
Grief is a lunar eclipse, the moon blocked<\/p>\n
from shining. A soldier cups hands around a guttering candle.<\/p>\n
It is dark everywhere, except for these lit fingers,<\/p>\n
these glowing bones, a Sprachgitter<\/em>, a cage for words<\/p>\n now made visible inside his body. Tomorrow<\/p>\n he will suffer a broken hip and cry out for his mother<\/p>\n before he drifts into the first stage of unconsciousness.<\/p>\n <\/p>\n Death is an envelope bordered in black, a paper tongue<\/p>\n glued to the mouth\u2019s roof. No need to ask<\/p>\n or tear the envelope open hurriedly. Inside<\/p>\n you will only find another made of tissue, a mourning shroud,<\/p>\n a second skin. A sigh escapes<\/p>\n when you slit the delicate undergarment open<\/p>\n and expose a plain white card, no flowery verses,<\/p>\n no grasping, just the finality of a yesterday<\/p>\n there\u2019s no returning back to.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Silence is an echo unable to find its way home, a name dangling mid-stasis. A mother cradles a dead son in her lap. She sits alone in an empty room, the walls cider blocks, the high ceiling with an oculus built into it, an eye…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":998,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[13],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-35661","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-miscellaneous"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35661","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\/998"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=35661"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35661\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":35671,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/35661\/revisions\/35671"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=35661"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=35661"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=35661"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}