grandpa’s grave

 grandpa’s grave

dead and long gone

but i could not find his grave

it doesn’t matter

but of course it does

grandpa

llansamlet churchyard

so overgrown since

mum and i walked out of the back gate

even then it was hanging on one hinge

rusty as a memory’s stream

ochre as the tips

heavy as the smoke from the works

the railway line that went nowhere 

how could we find you

amidst all the memories

sort of over there

sort of over 

for it is now for sure 

a long time ago

bloody brambles