{"id":40092,"date":"2017-08-06T00:22:28","date_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:22:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=40092"},"modified":"2017-08-06T00:22:28","modified_gmt":"2017-08-06T04:22:28","slug":"poem-no-12-bully-boy","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2017\/08\/poem-no-12-bully-boy\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem no. 12  Bully Boy"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>When I knew him in the playground, he cried easily.<br \/>\nPretend games upset him;<br \/>\nhis large eyes, luminous on the point of tears,<br \/>\nshone soft and bright.<br \/>\nBut when he slipped, later,<br \/>\nout of uniform and nameless,<br \/>\ninto the brutish, sweat-stained concrete cells<br \/>\nand played his own<br \/>\nthick brutal games with prisoners there,<br \/>\nit was the men who wept.  <\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>When I knew him in the playground, he cried easily. Pretend games upset him; his large eyes, luminous on the point of tears, shone soft and bright. But when he slipped, later, out of uniform and nameless, into the brutish, sweat-stained concrete cells and played&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":35,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-40092","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40092","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\/35"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=40092"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40092\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":40151,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/40092\/revisions\/40151"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=40092"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=40092"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=40092"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}