GRIEF Poem: Lament, by Shannon St. Armand

When our ancestors grieved
They gathered
Slashed off their hair
Or sang dirges with fire
I want that
I want to bang a drum
As hard as I can
And howl unabashed
Until I bleed and bleed
And every vein is a desert road leading
To my desert heart
Until the sky the grass the highway bypass
Are marked
With my sadness
There is no place
To voice my mourning
But for the ice cold
Internet
Six in the morning
I post a poem to strangers
About a baby
Who lived and bled
And grew and died
Inside of my body
I watch
Reactions tally up
On my laptop screen
Like I watched
Her ember heart beat
On the sonogram screen
My face aglow
And did you know
I spent the first several days looking up
My maladies on Google
Where I finally found what I was
Looking for in various forums
Bombarded by women with
Nowhere else to go and
Questions concerning
Sadness ovaries burial bloodtests sex
We are all
Grieving
I would like now to thank
Sweetpea1048 for what you said
About losing a child and sinking
Hormones
You are my sister and friend
ILYSM
I write this line here
Click click
Go to bed in the dark
Silence

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