Septarium

Storm stone,
mud-grown
rock,
you shot your veins
with calcite, let waves and rains
lock
your stories
down.

A sedimental brown
page,
inscribed with mineral light
in forking white
rage,
you crystalized
you cauterized
a grief
into a smooth and hand-
sized, hard and canned
relief.

Debra Wierenga's poems have been published in anthologies and literary journals. She is currently working on a book about transitional objects.