dylan thomas’s funeral at laugharne
you see this black and white film
over a silent time since then
when i was but four they laid him
to rest?
no more the timbre of his brogue
voicing the innards of those times
when enrapture was a slowness and
vastness the immediacy of our times
long he has laid since then but here
and there he goes again and again
lain not to rest
but to sing out of his chains
in me
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