{"id":801,"date":"2016-12-07T11:40:40","date_gmt":"2016-12-07T16:40:40","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/?p=801"},"modified":"2016-12-07T12:30:53","modified_gmt":"2016-12-07T17:30:53","slug":"ask-a-poet","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/ask-a-poet\/","title":{"rendered":"Ask A Poet"},"content":{"rendered":"<p>It was a cold fall farm morning<\/p>\n<p>the kind where<\/p>\n<p>you see everyone&#8217;s last breath<\/p>\n<p>the cow in the barn<\/p>\n<p>pulled up from the straw<\/p>\n<p>by the nose,<\/p>\n<p>the steam rising up and disappearing<\/p>\n<p>god knows where.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>I was 9 or 10 years old<\/p>\n<p>enthralled by Mr. Sparling&#8217;s<\/p>\n<p>Popeye like forearms and dark beard<\/p>\n<p>watching as he<\/p>\n<p>put a bullet into the cow,<\/p>\n<p>the cow just standing there<\/p>\n<p>screaming, screaming<\/p>\n<p>like cows scream.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Mr. Sparling slowly walking over to<\/p>\n<p>the barn door<\/p>\n<p>like this wasn&#8217;t the first time<\/p>\n<p>nor the last<\/p>\n<p>walking back with an axe<\/p>\n<p>in his right hand<\/p>\n<p>then lifting it and smacking it<\/p>\n<p>backside up into<\/p>\n<p>the cow&#8217;s forehead,<\/p>\n<p>the cow kneeling down and<\/p>\n<p>with a few more Viking style whacks<\/p>\n<p>rolling over silent .<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Now many years and many deaths later<\/p>\n<p>thinking of this<\/p>\n<p>of Layton&#8217;s bull calf too<\/p>\n<p>thinking of<\/p>\n<p>my own time and space<\/p>\n<p>and that<\/p>\n<p>there are no winners.<\/p>\n<p>Go ask Cesar.<\/p>\n<p>Go ask Marilyn.<\/p>\n<p>Go ask a card dealer.<\/p>\n<p>Go ask a grave digger.<\/p>\n<p>Go ask a good poet.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Tonight when I watch<\/p>\n<p>the news<\/p>\n<p>the body bags, the car wrecks,<\/p>\n<p>the heavy eye shadow<\/p>\n<p>on the newscaster,<\/p>\n<p>when I watch all that<\/p>\n<p>like Li Po<\/p>\n<p>I&#8217;ll drink my wine<\/p>\n<p>and laugh from the belly<\/p>\n<p>and dream of my<\/p>\n<p>pink row boat in the sky.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>It was a cold fall farm morning the kind where you see everyone&#8217;s last breath the cow in the barn pulled up from the straw by the nose, the steam rising up and disappearing god knows where. &nbsp; I was 9 or 10 years old enthralled by Mr. Sparling&#8217;s Popeye like forearms and dark beard &hellip; <a href=\"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/ask-a-poet\/\" class=\"more-link\">Continue reading <span class=\"screen-reader-text\">Ask A Poet<\/span><\/a><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-801","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=801"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":803,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/801\/revisions\/803"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=801"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=801"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/ddeubel.me\/poetry\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=801"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}