{"id":1171,"date":"2011-06-30T02:49:00","date_gmt":"2011-06-30T02:49:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1171"},"modified":"2011-06-30T12:41:46","modified_gmt":"2011-06-30T12:41:46","slug":"ken-poyner-611","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/ken-poyner-611\/","title":{"rendered":"Ken Poyner, 7\/11"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>THE COMPANION<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>I have no memory of arriving.<br \/>\nWe were simply there, a small<br \/>\nMultitude of children, round and round<br \/>\nThe kitchen table, the lady<br \/>\nOf the house strapped to the kitchen<br \/>\nChair, each of us stopping a moment<br \/>\nIn our running and laughing<br \/>\nTo pull down her chin with a thumb<br \/>\nAnd forefinger, to look in,<br \/>\nAnd feed the woman a stone.<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know the why of this game.<br \/>\nI don\u2019t know where<br \/>\nWe drew the nations of rock in our pockets.<br \/>\nRound and round and one more<br \/>\nStone, everyone a turn.<br \/>\nAll sorts of pebbles and grit and a look<br \/>\nInto the black gullet, as bottomless<br \/>\nAs necessary water, as the echo of an echo.<br \/>\nAnd then we were leaving,<br \/>\nThe wrinkled, aged woman<br \/>\nStill in her chair saying <em>Wait,<br \/>\n<\/em><em>Don\u2019t go<\/em> and<br \/>\n<em>More<\/em>.<br \/>\nI have no memory of leaving.<br \/>\nAll these years and I cannot tell<br \/>\nWho has bound you so, my love.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>THE COMPANION I have no memory of arriving. 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