Turned inside out, feeling sorrow that
living heaps upon us.
Retching interiorly, being collapsed
upon headstones of yesterday, not knowing
where anything will lead us.
Standing upon memorials to one another,
catching tears in all our eyes of prayer.
Hoping one day to be recognized for who we
are and not what we have done.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem