Grief

For Brigid

There are many days now
When time just collapses
And refuses to offer reprieve

And the poles of the earth
Shift under the strain
Of endless unimaginable grief

When the waning moon pulls
Your heart from your chest
Then carries it with the tide

To break with the mothers
Across the sea
Rocking their babies one last time

The winds blister and howl
Carrying tragedy and smoke
From the fires that all rage ignored

And the arctic ice melts
Just to join the kids’ tears
As they flood the colonized shores

The earth screams in tornadoes
She sobs in hurricanes
She’s keening over their bones

Her fever burns hotter
With each passing night
Just so the sick don’t die alone

Marissa Jennings is a freelance translator living near Des Moines, Iowa with her husband, two kids, and pet hermit crabs. She is a queer, disabled Irish-American poet who has been writing since childhood and cares deeply about decolonization and global liberation. Read other articles by Marissa.