and was her major Love a minor in Free Speech her book Freedom of Assembly her young thoughts yet free that reckless chance of carnage stop and tranquil change and her thoughts of nesting birds, old books to buy, Europe the next Bastille a turn a step a sun warm trigger, those fateful exams an eagle screams winged above our Magna Carta on the ground our boots of protection of lock and load hidden within rail side thistle, those hallways of glinted chrome toward five light years, oh dark blood, no reversal of fate from belly to brain, oh precious mind! Their names, etched in scream: Billy Schrader, Ally Krause, Jeffrey Milner, Sandy Lee Scheuer along with wounded and maimed non-fatal albeit indelible wounds 880 yards, it is written, that level arms length from Main Street and Lincoln Joey Lewis, Johnny Cleary, Tommy Mark Grace, Alan Mikey Canfora, Deany R. Kahler, Dougy Alan Wrentmore, Jimmy Dennis Russell, Bobby Follis Stamps, Donny Scott Mackenzie . . . " All those shot were students in good standing at Kent State University . . ." until the shots rang, and they bled profusely. Just boys, command said lock and load, patrol be still. Test all doors be absolute and sure, damn it the doors are secure! We've ammunition and reserve gasoline. Seven seas worth. Those M1s! The M16s already spoken for in Vietnam, now expanding to Cambodia. So very many. Tourists in Honolulu, wounded coming home, that blood seeped gauze. A soldier with puss infected neck pins, brave on wooden crutches, relearning arm strength, that elevator door open to shadow hallways rife with ether, gurneys, alcohol; an opiate tinged roll of dope, a flag draped coffin of hope. We needed the machine to end. An imagined jeopardy of perimeter. Finally home and free at last. You tell me, jaw to yaw. Alert for people lost.