“Could the Truth be so simple? So terrible?” Tim O’Brien asks,<\/p>\n
finally, and the answer is a foregone conclusion, no secrets to hide.<\/p>\n
Did he whisk her away to the lake of the woods or in it?<\/p>\n
She was his world, he admits. So how could she vanish at his hands,<\/p>\n
on his watch when no one was watching, secluded as they were?<\/p>\n
She peeled back the veil, her first mistake, and the last of her seen.<\/p>\n
<\/p>\n
It could have been the war, the memories, the love, the lost babies,<\/p>\n
bayonet babies hanging on the clothes line in a weaver’s yard.<\/p>\n
O’Brien’s tale, a mosaic of mown down wives and children in heat,<\/p>\n
asks us to remember what he himself cannot forget, wants to dream<\/p>\n
away in the river of Lethe, where souls drift loosed from lives lived.<\/p>\n
The Sorcerer only giggled at the legions of corpses lining field streams.<\/p>\n
Where is he now? Where is she then?\u00a0 In the Lake of the Woods.<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" “Could the Truth be so simple? So terrible?” Tim O’Brien asks, finally, and the answer is a foregone conclusion, no secrets to hide. Did he whisk her away to the lake of the woods or in it? She was his world, he admits. So how…<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":196,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-90119","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-half-marathon-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90119","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\/196"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=90119"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90119\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":90320,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/90119\/revisions\/90320"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=90119"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=90119"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=90119"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}