{"id":1709,"date":"2012-07-18T22:24:00","date_gmt":"2012-07-18T22:24:00","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/?page_id=1709"},"modified":"2012-07-18T22:24:00","modified_gmt":"2012-07-18T22:24:00","slug":"linda-morgan-smith-712","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/www.fullofcrow.com\/poetry\/archives\/linda-morgan-smith-712\/","title":{"rendered":"Linda Morgan Smith, 7\/12"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><strong>Aftershocks (NOPD)<\/strong><\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>Outside the gates of the locked sturdy houses,<\/p>\n<p>the cops are running wild with their scorpion&#8217;s tails,<\/p>\n<p>a stinging, shrieking, blue-line, blurred,<\/p>\n<p>Their engines fueled and racing,<\/p>\n<p>A siezure of flashing pain spinning in the general direction of anywhere<\/p>\n<p>to a place where something went wrong&#8230; or not<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>There is a predator<\/p>\n<p>submerged<\/p>\n<p>and watching,<\/p>\n<p>waiting,<\/p>\n<p>and\u00a0pressing<\/p>\n<p>his right ear to the ground.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>An alarm clock<\/p>\n<p>ticking in his left ear.<\/p>\n<p>The gears are winding the stem too tightly.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He lunges with hands spread flat;<\/p>\n<p>his stubby fingers are spiked and stiff,<\/p>\n<p>suddenly his hands grab into two fat fists,<\/p>\n<p>his knuckles rise into ten hard stones.<\/p>\n<p>The powder. The smoke. The flash.<\/p>\n<p>Cold metal warmed by his scorched skin<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>The moon is hidden and the stars go dark,<\/p>\n<p>rage is seeping along the ground.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p>He stole a measure of God&#8217;s own heart.<\/p>\n<p>&nbsp;<\/p>\n<p><em>Linda Morgan Smith is a visual artist in New Orleans, Louisiana.\u00a0<\/em><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Aftershocks (NOPD) &nbsp; Outside the gates of the locked sturdy houses, the cops are running wild with their scorpion&#8217;s tails, a stinging, shrieking, blue-line, blurred, Their engines fueled and racing, A siezure of flashing pain spinning in the general direction of anywhere to a place where something went wrong&#8230; or not &nbsp; There is a [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"parent":934,"menu_order":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","template":"","meta":{"footnotes":""},"class_list":["post-1709","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>Linda Morgan Smith, 7\/12 - 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\/linda-morgan-smith-712\/\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:locale\" content=\"en_US\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:type\" content=\"article\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:title\" content=\"Linda Morgan Smith, 7\/12 - Full Of Crow: Poetry (Archives)\" \/>\n<meta property=\"og:description\" content=\"Aftershocks (NOPD) &nbsp; 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