{"id":99209,"date":"2021-06-27T04:33:09","date_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:33:09","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/?p=99209"},"modified":"2021-06-27T04:33:09","modified_gmt":"2021-06-27T08:33:09","slug":"poem-13-death-comes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/2021\/06\/poem-13-death-comes\/","title":{"rendered":"Poem 13 &#8211; Death Comes"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Making the rounds?&#8221; I asked the figure in the corner of the bar<br \/>\nAll black-leather-jacket-and-straight-cut-jeans &#8211;<br \/>\nIt was the sunken eyeballs that gave him away<br \/>\nI knew he was Death by his walk; he didn&#8217;t need the scythe<br \/>\nWith a smile like that, with teeth like that,<br \/>\nAnd he just nodded to me, waiting patiently in the corner<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;What brings you out here?&#8221; I asked, and he levelled his eyes<br \/>\nOne of those &#8220;Mind yer own damn business&#8221; kinda glares<br \/>\nBut politely enough he replied &#8220;Work,&#8221; and grinned a bit larger<br \/>\nThe sort of grin that indicated he was either an assassin<br \/>\nOr some kind of general contractor&#8230; perhaps, I thought,<br \/>\nMy imagination was getting away from me<\/p>\n<p>&#8220;I&#8217;m a sort of end-of-life support worker,&#8221; he said<br \/>\nWithout being prompted or pried at, and I nodded &#8211;<br \/>\nTendrils of smoke rose from his cigarette, which he ashed<br \/>\nAnd looking at me said &#8220;Say, I&#8217;m lookin&#8217; for someone,&#8221;<br \/>\nHe held up a picture of me at a family function<br \/>\nAnd his grin went ear-to-ear<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>&#8220;Making the rounds?&#8221; I asked the figure in the corner of the bar All black-leather-jacket-and-straight-cut-jeans &#8211; It was the sunken eyeballs that gave him away I knew he was Death by his walk; he didn&#8217;t need the scythe With a smile like that, with teeth&#8230;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":3485,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[7,1136],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-99209","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-marathon-poem","category-official-marathon-prompts"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99209","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\/3485"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=99209"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99209\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":101204,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/99209\/revisions\/101204"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=99209"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=99209"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/thepoetrymarathon.com\/blog\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=99209"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}