COAL

    I
    is the total black, being spoken
    from the earth's inside.
    There are many kinds of open
    how a diamond comes into a knot of flame
    how sound comes into a word, coloured
    by who pays for what speaking.

    Some words are open like a diamond
    on glass windows
    singing out within the passing crash of sun
    There are words like stapled wagers
    in a perforated book, -buy and sign and tear apart-
    and come whatever wills all chances
    the stub remains
    an ill-pulled tooth with a ragged edge.
    Some words live in my throat
    breeding like adders. Others know sun
    seeking like gypsies over my tongue
    to explode through my lips
    like young sparrows bursting from shell.
    Some words
    bedevil me.

    Love is a word, another kind of open.
    As the diamond comes into a knot of flame
    I am Black because I come from the earth's inside
    now take my word for jewel in the open light.