A Poem: September 1

September 1
By Jenna Reimer

I ordered this, this clean drumming
Of hardened skies: the ground plunging,
Flooded in black foam.
Black was my breath.
Black in the heart, in the head-
The bowel of a blackened furnace
Sat, stooped in my gut of black;
A pitied flame drowning in black soot.
Black lungs sucking in, pissing out black,

Spewing black nerves, black veins - swelling,
Suffocating in a snaky acid of black,
Black smoke.
Misery to this earth came,
Misery in these cool sheets came
In the black slot of home, of him.

And finally it had enough - enough!
The seeped silence of summer rejoiced, still birdless.
A bow divided the sky,
Bent in bareness

And bareness

But singing.