{"id":73509,"date":"2020-06-28T01:41:28","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T05:41:28","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=73509"},"modified":"2020-06-28T01:41:28","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T05:41:28","slug":"poem-17-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poem-17-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 17"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>I am not truly aware as he covers me with sand.<\/p>\n<p>I am just a body.  I remotely see.  I don&#8217;t feel.<\/p>\n<p>Grains slip, a fine miat flowing softly.<\/p>\n<p>Some on what was my eye.  Some on the material wrapped tight.<\/p>\n<p>But he does only a handful, another.  He stops.<\/p>\n<p>His hands over his face.  He cries.<\/p>\n<p>Strange little man.  None cried for me in life.  Now his tears flow.  Beyond.<\/p>\n<p>They would coat the desert but the desert is too vast.  <\/p>\n<p>No sound here.  No coyote.  No wind.  No human.<\/p>\n<p>Just a body and a man lost in the waves of soft erasure.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>I am not truly aware as he covers me with sand. I am just a body. I remotely see. I don&#8217;t feel. Grains slip, a fine miat flowing softly. Some on what was my eye. Some on the material wrapped tight. But he does only&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1392,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-73509","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73509","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\/1392"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=73509"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73509\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":73607,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/73509\/revisions\/73607"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=73509"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=73509"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=73509"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}