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Red Lightning<\/strong><\/p>\n A sprawl of light takes over the night\u2019s horizon. There isn\u2019t very much below us or above us\u2014 But, then, this isn\u2019t about me. It\u2019s about us. She suggested we sit and watch the country For a moment, I think a little about the things <\/p>\n <\/p>\n Scott Silsbe<\/strong> was born in Detroit. He now lives in Pittsburgh. His poems\u00a0have\u00a0been collected in three books\u2014Unattended Fire, The River Underneath\u00a0the City,\u00a0<\/em>and Muskrat Friday Dinner<\/em>. He is also an assistant editor at Low Ghost Press.<\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":" Red Lightning A sprawl of light takes over the night\u2019s horizon. The authorities are quick to shoot down theories that it\u2019s something otherworldly or problematic. There isn\u2019t very much below us or above us\u2014 it turns out we were short-sighted once again. Talking to no one\u2014or else myself\u2014I say, \u201cI\u2019m going to […]<\/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-19080","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-prose-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19080","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=19080"}],"version-history":[{"count":2,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19080\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":19229,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/19080\/revisions\/19229"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=19080"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=19080"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/inksweatandtears.co.uk\/archive\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=19080"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}
\nThe authorities are quick to shoot down theories
\nthat it\u2019s something otherworldly or problematic.<\/p>\n
\nit turns out we were short-sighted once again.
\nTalking to no one\u2014or else myself\u2014I say,
\n\u201cI\u2019m going to have nightmares tonight.\u201d<\/p>\n
\nAll of us. We\u2019re in this damn thing together.
\nIt seems to me that we forget that these days.<\/p>\n
\nburn and destroy itself\u2014the way we knew
\nit always would. I guess I hadn\u2019t realized
\nthat it would be televised. But there it was.<\/p>\n
\nI would save if I could save them. Even though
\nit\u2019s pointless. Even though they\u2019re already gone.<\/p>\n