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
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