Marching to the Gates of Spirit

Marching to the Gates of Spirit


I float through time

Shadowing  

Every direction the wind blows


I float through time in search of lost spirits

Adrift in dark forests where interlopers

Roam freely


I float to gain perspective

Ready to unleash

The wrath of my ancestors

When the full moon rises

Casting shadows

Of shadows

On our dreams of a Better Life For All!



  • Pitika Ntuli
  • Bone, hide and found objects
  • 93 x 100 x 20 cm