Y Tir Cwastraff
April is the miracle month
Resurrecting life
from dead land
fecund Ram
flood moon
The moment in full colour,
Steeped in plenty,
Womb full desire.
Weaving memory
On scented breeze.
The perfection of being
In the sheer forever now.
The seed sap
bright liquid dawn.
Sun surges
through stem
the engine of leaf
the engine of me
The force that
Explodes blossom
That drives my blood
Knows no winter
Sees only
Death the generator
April is the fifth Force
Surprising us with
sudden rain
shivering the lakes surface
‘Coffiwch! Dim Sais! Cymro dw'i!
Go iawn Celt!’
We called across the lake
of the drowned village
As the submerged bell rang.
As the submerged bell rang.
But we knew them of old
So rung a slow curse.
Mixing blood and soil
Wild hyacinth scented
Cauldron monthed
Cauldron monthed
Wild moon miasma,
Thunder struck by creation:
loveless you will be
In the unreal city
Virus ridden lost ape
Alone in the karma cafe
Rain streaked windows
Lives measured out
In cigarets and ringed
coffee cups
Plastic spoons.
With no real home
Nor hope in deliverance
Educated far beyond
Our Intelligence
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