I asked for help from the ancestors
(our skin and bones)

(Someone played dice)

and someone beat the drum

We met in a ring of Stones

in Orkney. We had travelled
from Stone Henge a place

where the police had beat us
and beat our caravan of life
into a small and smaller ring
of some kind of fake life.

Scattered in body
so alive in spirit.

I live here in Orkney
where ring of stones
you can dance around

and be at peace.