Graveyards are full of people we never knew.

A hard people

and an accent that grates

on the ears of one who hates

as often and as much as I.

"You're very Welshy aren't you?

Come down for work ave you"?

"Madame please, I don't work

I am a Poet"!

"Not very well paid that is it"?

"I get a poet's pittance from the Governemente"

"Oh aye, this lot really invest in the creative arts"

as she dragged on a fag.

"By the way"

as she leaned into me and looked up

her skin like candlewax tallow

"Dim siarad Cymraeg"

cos

"we never had it at school"

"we were forced to have it at school"

"the teacher was an alcoholic"

I hold my skull to the sky and reply

"I'm not surprised

as graveyards are full of people

we never knew".