{"id":38321,"date":"2017-08-05T20:07:20","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T00:07:20","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=38321"},"modified":"2017-08-05T20:07:20","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T00:07:20","slug":"on-the-other-side","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/on-the-other-side\/","title":{"rendered":"on the other side"},"content":{"rendered":"<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">If I fell to my knees,<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">jeans in the dark dirt, would you raise me high?<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">What happened to this heart, this love?<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">Why do we believe in the world that failed,<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">pray for the smoke and the poisoned lungs<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">of babes which sucked in everything<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">we nurtured, the venting spleen<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">which gave way to your mothers\u2019 toxic waste,<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">your fathers\u2019 mute faces, distant, and even still<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">we burn the flags that offend, we scream and moan<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">and jeer at those who try beneath the thin mask of offense.<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">I have no words for swine. No pearls for the great apes<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">who lope at Wall Street, the common man who<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">leaned over his drink, softly weeping to Patsy and the jukebox nostalgia.<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">The old gods had it right. Cut off the organs of the father<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">eat out your lives, hold the world on a breath.<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">This is an entreaty to you, lady of golden eyes and honey love.<\/div>\n<div class=\"_2cuy _3dgx _2vxa\">Naked Lady of the Half-Shell. Come back.<\/div>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>If I fell to my knees, jeans in the dark dirt, would you raise me high? What happened to this heart, this love? Why do we believe in the world that failed, pray for the smoke and the poisoned lungs of babes which sucked in&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":214,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,13,12],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-38321","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-miscellaneous","category-musings"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38321","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\/214"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=38321"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38321\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":38324,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/38321\/revisions\/38324"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=38321"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=38321"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=38321"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}