{"id":934,"date":"2014-10-25T16:56:52","date_gmt":"2014-10-25T16:56:52","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/?p=934"},"modified":"2014-10-25T23:45:38","modified_gmt":"2014-10-25T23:45:38","slug":"i-shall-prepare-a-feast-for-thousands-and-yet-never-grease-a-pan","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/i-shall-prepare-a-feast-for-thousands-and-yet-never-grease-a-pan\/","title":{"rendered":"I Shall Prepare a Feast For Thousands… And Yet Never Grease a Pan"},"content":{"rendered":"

A humersome yet morbid ghazal, for Halloween!!!<\/p><\/blockquote>\n

All in the world around you is dead
\nOr to you it appears to be dead<\/p>\n

Then life lurks somewhere under there
\nMaggots: they live and thrive on the dead<\/p>\n

Bacterium’s eat and love rotting flesh –
\nThey cannot survive without the dead<\/p>\n

Teeming it is with life – the stiff corpse
\nThat to the casual eye, it looks dead<\/p>\n

Nut nature lets nothing go to waste
\nFeast for organisms are corpses dead<\/p>\n

What solace to think that when I pass
\nIll be but a maggots meal when dead.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

A humersome yet morbid ghazal, for Halloween!!! All in the world around you is dead Or to you it appears to be dead Then life lurks somewhere under there Maggots: they live and thrive on the dead Bacterium’s eat and love rotting flesh – They cannot survive without the dead …<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_jetpack_memberships_contains_paid_content":false,"footnotes":""},"categories":[155,126],"tags":[2354,1118,1119],"class_list":["post-934","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-death","category-ghazal","tag-death","tag-dying","tag-legacy","column","twocol"],"jetpack_featured_media_url":"","jetpack_shortlink":"https:\/\/wp.me\/p7EI4f-f4","jetpack_likes_enabled":true,"jetpack-related-posts":[{"id":414,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/i-stood-and-watched\/","url_meta":{"origin":934,"position":0},"title":"I Stood And Watched","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"29th May 2013","format":false,"excerpt":"I stood and watched by a lake Birds fly overhead A lone swallow took a swoop Over graves of the dead Who for centuries have lain Their corpses long time rotton Thier kith and kin dead like them too All hands long forgotton. 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For we are but nothing if ourselves we cant have In who we are and what we do some pride Of who we are and where we are from we\u2026","rel":"","context":"In "Ghazal"","block_context":{"text":"Ghazal","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/ghazal\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"","src":"","width":0,"height":0},"classes":[]},{"id":4523,"url":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/walking-deadmans-beach\/","url_meta":{"origin":934,"position":5},"title":"Walking Deadmans Beach","author":"Tom\u00e1s \u00d3 C\u00e1rthaigh","date":"22nd May 2019","format":false,"excerpt":"Legend states Columbus holidayed in Galway five years before finding America - an exotic body of a dead man washed ashore at Renmore, making him think there was land to the West, inspiring his voyages.","rel":"","context":"In "Ireland"","block_context":{"text":"Ireland","link":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/category\/ireland\/"},"img":{"alt_text":"Legend states Columbus holidayed in Galway five years before finding America - an exotic body of a dead man washed ashore at Renmore, making him think there was land to the West, inspiring his voyages.","src":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/Deadmans-Beach-in-Renmore-in-Galway.jpg?resize=350%2C200","width":350,"height":200,"srcset":"https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/Deadmans-Beach-in-Renmore-in-Galway.jpg?resize=350%2C200 1x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/Deadmans-Beach-in-Renmore-in-Galway.jpg?resize=525%2C300 1.5x, https:\/\/i0.wp.com\/www.writingsinrhyme.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2019\/05\/Deadmans-Beach-in-Renmore-in-Galway.jpg?resize=700%2C400 2x"},"classes":[]}],"jetpack_sharing_enabled":true,"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/934","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=934"}],"version-history":[{"count":5,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/934\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":949,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/934\/revisions\/949"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=934"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=934"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/writingsinrhyme.com\/index.php\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=934"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}