{"id":74964,"date":"2020-06-28T05:11:57","date_gmt":"2020-06-28T09:11:57","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=74964"},"modified":"2020-06-28T05:11:57","modified_gmt":"2020-06-28T09:11:57","slug":"poem-21-9","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2020\/06\/poem-21-9\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 21"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>The man, body and stranger arrive to a mesa.  They don&#8217;t up.<\/p>\n<p>The stranger says this place is just his people&#8217;s burial ground.  But sacred all the same.<\/p>\n<p>We take our hands to dig. A spot for this body to rest at last.  It is a slow duty.<\/p>\n<p>The sand shifts and slides, tumbling back to the hole<\/p>\n<p>We are done at last<\/p>\n<p>The body will live forever in a hole 6&#8217;\u00d71&#8217;\u00d74&#8242;.<\/p>\n<p>Til the flesh rots and the bones eventually rise.  Bleached by deaert sun.<\/p>\n<p>The next tim3 someone finds this body she may be 1 whitened skull.<\/p>\n<p>Protruding.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>The man, body and stranger arrive to a mesa. They don&#8217;t up. The stranger says this place is just his people&#8217;s burial ground. But sacred all the same. We take our hands to dig. A spot for this body to rest at last. It is&#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-74964","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74964","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=74964"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74964\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":75089,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/74964\/revisions\/75089"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=74964"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=74964"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=74964"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}