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Lullaby<\/strong><\/p>\n It was always a comfort The nightly roar from the hollow The dull vibration, felt in the gut Sometimes, a snap-flash of electricity I could sleep through them all <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Joseph Anton<\/strong> is an insomniac paralegal who grew up in an obscure corner of England and now lives in London. He has been writing as a hobby for years.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Lullaby It was always a comfort When the mournful train horn Gave way to the thunder of wheels The nightly roar from the hollow Birch trees craning in behind the house To watch the lighted windows pass by The dull vibration, felt in the gut Rising to a rumble to rattle the […]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":4,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"closed","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_et_pb_use_builder":"","_et_pb_old_content":"","_et_gb_content_width":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[7],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-18603","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18603","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/4"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=18603"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18603\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":18762,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/18603\/revisions\/18762"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=18603"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=18603"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=18603"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nWhen the mournful train horn
\nGave way to the thunder of wheels<\/p>\n
\nBirch trees craning in behind the house
\nTo watch the lighted windows pass by<\/p>\n
\nRising to a rumble to rattle the bedposts
\nThe cry of steel on steel at the curve<\/p>\n
\nArcing blindly from the wires
\nEarthing itself in the black soil<\/p>\n
\nThough I preferred to be awake
\nTo share their loud secret<\/p>\n