{"id":48828,"date":"2019-06-22T12:45:47","date_gmt":"2019-06-22T16:45:47","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=48828"},"modified":"2019-06-22T20:55:17","modified_gmt":"2019-06-23T00:55:17","slug":"2019-4-when-we-die","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2019\/06\/2019-4-when-we-die\/","title":{"rendered":"2019 #4-When we die"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>I watched a lizard<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Go after a single french fry that had fallen off my plate<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>In an empty outdoor cafe in Ghana<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>I wished him good luck as he latched on <\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>And darted away with his prize.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Just before that<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>We had toured the shops<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Where craftsmen create fantasy coffins,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>These impossibly intricate, almost absurd caskets,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>At least to my sullen and mediocre ideas of death.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Lions, crabs, racing cars, trees, shoes, airplanes,<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Colors and shapes bursting out at you<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Knowing no bounds; death ends limitations<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Celebrating a life and taking it forward<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>To what comes after.<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>When that lizard dies<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Would his coffin be that potato?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>A favored tree limb or patch of ground?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>Or that meaty insect that got away?<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>And what will he be<\/strong><\/p>\n<p><strong>In his next life?<\/strong><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I watched a lizard Go after a single french fry that had fallen off my plate In an empty outdoor cafe in Ghana I wished him good luck as he latched on And darted away with his prize. Just before that We had toured the&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":959,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-48828","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48828","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\/959"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=48828"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48828\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":48857,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/48828\/revisions\/48857"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=48828"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=48828"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=48828"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}