In honor of March for our Lives, some of the CisternYard Media staff would like to honor all students affected by gun violence with a poem and a series of photos taken at the recent gun violence rally in Marion Square.
Poem by McKayla Conahan
Photos by Hannah Broder
where one Valentines Day a rifle
was auctioned off under the slogan
“Give them what they really want.”
This sea of pain and proselytizing
feels too much like when I was young
than me raised their flabby arms up
and held together the sky, the way I feel
my spirit diving below the grass now,
rooting and rocking me.
I am surrounded by violence
and yet the bugs are out and so are we.
Here is the goldenrod church
I waited for my ex during the bomb threat.
How is grief to be measured? on a day of love?
When it’s someone you love?
When my brother was young, his friend was shot
because someone’s dad’s gun was unlocked.
When I was young––because I do not feel so anymore––
a classmate died because what he had
access to was cold, metal, and unkind.
If I slump into a mass grave
Let me help count out the candles
for luminaires. I will provide an accurate number.
the small pile of vomit
As we stand in the idyllic twilight
with the stakes of signs
and the torches of vigil-light
we call out not to God to fix this,
but rather the demons who started it.
We shall know them by name.
bring the coins from your eyes–
they yet outnumber our oppressors.