Having read his anguished words
by Gwil Williams
Email: gwil@aon.at
Having read his anguished words
I too am moved
to dip my pen
into the spilled inkpot
of a Welsh sunset.
“Dear Iago
my wonderful ancestor
the mangels docked
you kept the knife
and grinned
your way
to the hunchbacked
rain-soaked church
beside the sea.
You found it locked
and bolted
the place in darkness
and empty.
“Below in the Ship
others like you
in brighter humour,
were crowding the bar
noisy over the price of lamb
the latest haul of fish.
“Iago, under your blue slate slab
below the trembling quilted hill
pray rest easy
in your seashore bed."
