{"id":1163,"date":"2011-06-30T02:50:26","date_gmt":"2011-06-30T02:50:26","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1163"},"modified":"2011-06-30T12:42:42","modified_gmt":"2011-06-30T12:42:42","slug":"marc-swan-611","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/marc-swan-611\/","title":{"rendered":"Marc Swan, 7\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Consequently<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>In the moments that become minutes,<br \/>\nI try to describe the sound of glass<br \/>\nbreaking, the rigor of rust burning solitary<br \/>\nholes in dense metal, the kiss of a butterfly<br \/>\non a dandelion petal, all irrelevant<br \/>\nit seems in the course of one day in Croatia<br \/>\nor Kosovo in 1993 or maybe the West Bank<br \/>\nin 2011 or downtown Detroit any time<br \/>\nin the last twenty years. The kiss of death<br \/>\nis like a mirror image of life in 21<sup>st<\/sup> century<br \/>\nAmerica, Yesterday I spat upon a bush<br \/>\nand the bush reared back and spat at me<br \/>\nas I watched a solitary seagull lope and list<br \/>\nin an easterly breeze. The windows shook<br \/>\nlike a dice roll and the oaken door began<br \/>\nto squeak. I waited, yes, I waited for one<br \/>\nmore sign, a revelation, if you will, of what<br \/>\nthe next round of usual bullshit might be.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Consequently In the moments that become minutes, I try to describe the sound of glass breaking, the rigor of rust burning solitary holes in dense metal, the kiss of a butterfly on a dandelion petal, all irrelevant it seems in the course of one day in Croatia or Kosovo in 1993 or maybe the West [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":2,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1163","page","type-page","status-publish","hentry"],"yoast_head":"<!-- This site is optimized with the Yoast SEO plugin v24.2 - https:\/\/yoast.com\/wordpress\/plugins\/seo\/ -->\n<title>Marc Swan, 7\/11 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)<\/title>\n<meta name=\"robots\" content=\"index, follow, max-snippet:-1, max-image-preview:large, max-video-preview:-1\" \/>\n<link rel=\"canonical\" href=\"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/marc-swan-611\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Marc Swan, 7\/11 - 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