July 2021
Joseph Miano
jmiano@cox.net
Bio Note: I am a retired physics teacher who has written poems ever since High School. I taught in Kenya with the Peace Corps, South Bend, Indiana, and Oklahoma City. My recent historical fiction novel, A Thief in the African Night: The Conflict of Change is available on Amazon and includes a few of my poems.

Tulsa 1921

The tall black tulips stood 
Stood over the petunias
Purple petunias
Shining and swaying in the sun
Stretching 
Stretching to the far horizon
Tall and proud the tulips stood
Over the purple blanket
 
The herd in the distance snorted
Scratched
And stampeded toward the tulips and petunias
A heard of white mean oxen
Stampeded
Stampeded over the tulips and petunias
Over the purple blanket

Viola’s Mother shouted
“Viola!
Viola, get under the table!
The table!”
And they all were covered
She and her brothers were covered
And her sisters were covered
Covered by the white cloth
And in deadly silence they waited
Waited

The white oxen trampled 
Trampled the furniture
Burnt
Burnt the curtains and the houses
Banged
Banged-up the piano
Destroyed
Destroyed up and down, right and left
Stole
Stole the precious things
Killed
Killed the neighbors

The young wide eyes
Black eyes
Did not understand why
Why
White oxen had so much hate
Why so much hate
For lovely black tulips and purple petunias

So many black tulips 
Lay dead
Up and down, right and left
Dead
Other tulips fled along the railroad
Fled
Others lay bent and injured
Injured
Protecting the young petunias from the herd
Never
Never to speak of it again
Only
Only rising, rising
To survive
©2021 Joseph Miano
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