{"id":1365,"date":"1996-08-16T01:35:37","date_gmt":"1996-08-16T08:35:37","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/sm.amigotico.com\/poetryblog\/?p=1365"},"modified":"2013-01-19T16:19:19","modified_gmt":"2013-01-20T00:19:19","slug":"eating-dirt","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/1996\/08\/16\/eating-dirt\/","title":{"rendered":"Eating Dirt"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s a light, a flash, a shout at me.<br \/>\nDon&#8217;t know the words, but the meaning is clear.<br \/>\nThrown to the ground, face in the sand&#8211;<br \/>\nThe gun&#8217;s pointing right at me.<\/p>\n<p>Metal to the head, as I dare not move,<br \/>\nCleaned out, nothing left at all,<\/p>\n<p>but that which has real meaning:<\/p>\n<p>a friend, a life to live,<br \/>\na journey to make.<br \/>\n(Though not the one planned.)<\/p>\n<p>If the feeling is fear, the feeling is strong,<br \/>\nempowered, the strength drives me on.<\/p>\n<p>With a friend, a life to live,<br \/>\na journey to make,<br \/>\n(though a different one now).<\/p>\n<p>And the journey goes on,<br \/>\ncleaned out, nothing left at all<br \/>\nbut the important things:<br \/>\nthe journey that brought me here,<br \/>\na friend,<br \/>\na life lived,<br \/>\nnow part of who I am.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>There&#8217;s a light, a flash, a shout at me.<br \/> Don&#8217;t know the words, but the meaning is clear.<br \/> Thrown to the ground, face in the sand&#8211;<br \/> The gun&#8217;s pointing right at me.<\/p>\n<p>Metal to the head, as I dare not move,<br \/> Cleaned out, nothing left at all,<\/p>\n<p>but that which has real meaning:<\/p>\n<p>a friend, a [&#8230;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[11,13,1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-1365","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-introspection","category-personal","category-poems"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1365","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=1365"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1365\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":1366,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/1365\/revisions\/1366"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=1365"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=1365"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/smpoetry.amigotico.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=1365"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}