{"id":10796,"date":"2021-06-27T18:05:46","date_gmt":"2021-06-28T01:05:46","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=10796"},"modified":"2021-06-28T04:45:18","modified_gmt":"2021-06-28T11:45:18","slug":"tributes","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/?p=10796","title":{"rendered":"Tributes"},"content":{"rendered":"\n<figure class=\"wp-block-image size-large\"><a href=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/Bagno_penale_a_Portoferraio.jpg\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" width=\"640\" height=\"450\" src=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/Bagno_penale_a_Portoferraio.jpg\" alt=\"\" class=\"wp-image-10797\" srcset=\"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/Bagno_penale_a_Portoferraio.jpg 640w, http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/wp-content\/uploads\/2021\/06\/Bagno_penale_a_Portoferraio-300x211.jpg 300w\" sizes=\"auto, (max-width: 640px) 100vw, 640px\" \/><\/a><figcaption><em>Bath for Prisoners in Portoferraio<\/em>, 1890, Telemaco Signorini<\/figcaption><\/figure>\n\n\n\n<h4 class=\"wp-block-heading\">Gerri Leen<\/h4>\n\n\n\n<pre class=\"wp-block-preformatted\"><font face=\"Arial\">\nThe spaceship is cold, even through shoes\nNot nice ones, but nicer than we're used to\nMist drifts down the corridor\nAdding a damp chill as the aliens\nSuggest we hurry\n&nbsp;\nWe're already jogging\u00e2\u20ac\u201dtheir legs are so long\n&nbsp;\nThey have no weapons\nThey don't need them\nShows of strength have already been given\nEarth knows who's boss here\nEven if the aliens only destroyed abandoned things\n&nbsp;\nI take comfort in that fact: they didn't hurt anyone\n&nbsp;\nA door opens to a room thankfully\nLacking medical beds or anything\nReeking of torture or death\nBut then perhaps they have means&nbsp;\nBeyond the obvious\n&nbsp;\nThey asked for twelve of us: is that number significant to them?\n&nbsp;\nOne of them approaches, touching each of us in turn\nA firm grasp, but not painful, its large hand\nEasily spanning the width of our faces\nAnd I feel my fear fall away\nI stop it before it can move on\n&nbsp;\n\"Are you going to hurt us?\"\u00e2\u20ac\u201dhurt can mean so many things\n&nbsp;\nShould I have been more specific?\nBut it shrugs me off and finishes the line\nThen it turns to all of us&nbsp;\n\"Did you volunteer to be tributes?\"\nAs one, we say \"No\"\n&nbsp;\nOther aliens are crowding in, expressions impossible to read\n&nbsp;\n\"How were you chosen?\" the one who touched us asks\nThe others hazard guesses before we can answer\nA lottery? A contest of skill? Wrong place, wrong time?\nOr the alien version of that\n\"It was better than death row\"\nIt sits out there, my statement\nAnd the guy next to me looks down\n&nbsp;\nDoes he wish I hadn't said it? Does it make any difference?\n&nbsp;\n\"None of us pled guilty\"\nI know this; I asked my lawyer about it\nRight before I was taken away\nWe're the kind of prisoners that make\nThe system look bad when convictions get overturned\n&nbsp;\nBut I can see the distinction is lost on our captors\n&nbsp;\n\"We didn't do it,\" I want to say\nBut I can't be sure of everyone\nGuilty people protest innocence all the time\nJust like innocent ones make plea deals\nThe system runs on pragmatism, not hope\n&nbsp;\nThe aliens leave, all but the one who asked the questions\n&nbsp;\n\"You're free to go,\" it says with\nNo sense of irony apparent\nAnd a door opens in the side of the ship\nThe others flee but I don't move\n\"You wish to know why, tribute?\"&nbsp;\n&nbsp;\nIts voice is infinitely gentle, soothing even\n&nbsp;\n\"We learn everything we need to know\nBy how or if tributes are chosen\"\nIt shoos me away and I wonder if the aliens will simply\nLeave or if they'll destroy us all\n\"Not everyone's bad\" I say as I slip out the door\n&nbsp;\nIt's a whisper, a hope, a prayer, but is it the truth?\nAnd if it is, will it matter?<\/pre>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Gerri Leen The spaceship is cold, even through shoes Not nice ones, but nicer than we&#8217;re used to Mist drifts down the corridor Adding a damp chill as the aliens Suggest we hurry &nbsp; We&#8217;re already jogging\u00e2\u20ac\u201dtheir legs are so long &nbsp; They have no weapons They don&#8217;t need them Shows of strength have already [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[17],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-10796","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-poem"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10796","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=10796"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10796\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":10799,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/10796\/revisions\/10799"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=10796"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=10796"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"http:\/\/www.polutexni.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=10796"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}