{"id":4637,"date":"2018-07-17T15:26:28","date_gmt":"2018-07-17T19:26:28","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/HatchetOnline\/?p=4637"},"modified":"2024-08-16T09:54:13","modified_gmt":"2024-08-16T13:54:13","slug":"the-grave-robber","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/the-grave-robber\/","title":{"rendered":"The Grave Robber"},"content":{"rendered":"

First published in Spring, 2011, Volume 7, Issue 1, The Hatchet: Journal of Lizzie Borden Studies<\/em>.<\/span><\/p>\n


\nAlong dimly lit streets\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Hidden In cobblestone\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Crevices, darkened alley ways\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Given to footsteps\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Creeping beneath moon\u2019s light<\/span><\/p>\n

Hunched against the cold<\/span><\/p>\n

The foulness of his breath<\/span><\/p>\n

A stench to behold<\/span><\/p>\n

Stray dogs sniff\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Out the evil that lays\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Within the secrets of night<\/span><\/p>\n

Hushed whispers of\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Heinous deeds<\/span><\/p>\n

Nourishment for\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Feverish greed<\/span><\/p>\n

Drudging along the\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Graveyard\u2019s path<\/span><\/p>\n

Tombstones and withering\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Wreaths for the dead<\/span><\/p>\n

Eyes affix upon\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

A grave to rob<\/span><\/p>\n

He swings his spade\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

To hallowed ground<\/span><\/p>\n

Disturbing a loved<\/span><\/p>\n

Ones peaceful mound<\/span><\/p>\n

He grapples at heirlooms<\/span><\/p>\n

A ring or watch<\/span><\/p>\n

Before the taking\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Of body parts<\/span><\/p>\n

To sell in the\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Market place of hell<\/span><\/p>\n

A heart stone cold<\/span><\/p>\n

Having robbed\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

His own grave\u00a0<\/span><\/span><\/p>\n

Of his soul<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"

An eerie poem by Aurora Lewis.<\/span><\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":7,"featured_media":4927,"comment_status":"closed","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[28],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-4637","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","has-post-thumbnail","hentry","category-poetry"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4637","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/7"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=4637"}],"version-history":[{"count":1,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4637\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":5133,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/4637\/revisions\/5133"}],"wp:featuredmedia":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media\/4927"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=4637"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=4637"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/lizzieandrewborden.com\/hatchetonline\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=4637"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}