mixed media
50 x 35cm

We were people. / Into the spirit-world hatred forced us.
We are the spirits, misunderstood,
called less than vermin
even though people.

Their pieces of mirror
reflected our destiny. / Their copper-wire pulled tight
strangled our future.

We are the wanderers / even in the spirit-world.

We were never known to them as / noble beings, / as part of place,
of cosmic order.

Our images remain on rocks, / engraved in stone, / in conscience.

These were people,
beautiful.

Being nothing,
we are of the spirit-world.
We died. / We live.