You know the photo: the one of
the young woman with a scarf &
dark hair, crouching over what
used to be a student
hands plunging into the low atmosphere
as if she can grab her god’s shoulders &
shake him for letting this happen.
But you don’t know the man in plaid
over her left shoulder. You don’t know
his class had been dismissed early to
participate in democracy. He is too far
away & indistinct for you to see the
thick glasses, the mustache he still
wears fifty years later. You don’t know
that a decade after the National Guard
almost shot him, too, he would become
my father. Daffodils remain silent, but
not complicit: they’re still suffering shock.
Flowers planted in gun barrels, tear gas
tossed back at uniforms. Shoots
of yellow flowers from my baptism
poke through early May soil.
- Megan Neville, BS ’04, MEd ’07, Cleveland
Design by Abigail Archer, junior in VCD program
Created by The Wick Poetry Center
Sponsored by Ohio Arts Council
Poem by Megan Neville
Design by Abigail Archer
Megan Neville was winner in the adult non-student category of the national call for poems about peace, selected by poet Naomi Shihab Nye, in commemoration of the 50th anniversary of the May 4 shootings at Kent State University.