In a pastime of photography
With a spirit of wonder
Discovering their lives
And their resting places
Their graves were numbered
Yet never marked, and concealed
They were patients together
Confined to those grounds
They were interred in the land
Left to be forgotten, alone
Those with mental illnesses
Were stigmatized, ostracized
Those efforts to give cause
Brought them a measure then
To be recognized as a group
Some identities were long lost
To walk the land and view it
The settling earth shows them
Time has complicated this plight
For the vast institutions closed
The culture if it has changed
And the facilities have given way
Leaving their graves unattended
Identities and lives forever lost
What justice is there then
That life dealt them such a blow
And a scourge carried for an age
Would relegate them to ambiguity
Or find infamous offenses so
Always losing in life's lot