It had been awhile
but as soon as I got on the bus I heard it again
“The Cardiff Cackle”
Female, middle aged, bitter, resentful
There is a cruelty that belongs to
“The Cardiff Cackle”
There is nothing wrong with laughing of course not.
The years behind the tears turned smile turned laughter.
It’s clenching your buttocks while trying to fart.
Her friend has made an observation about someone getting on
“Looks like…..” “Wonder what he’s got his pass for?” “What’s that smell?”
Don’t look in their direction!
If you do, pick one, preferably the friend and look at the forehead, try and disarm their cruelty before one unleashes the “Cardiff Cackle”
Is it synonymous with Cardiff the anthropologist asks the poet?
It criss crosses the city, from Western Avenue down Cowbridge Rd East to Pillars and from Eastern Leisure Centre down Newport Road to Dumfries place.
Is there a particular spot where you can hear it clearly like the first cuckoo of spring!
Yes, the first Cardiff Cackle is clearest outside Greggs as ash falls on a young man’s sleeve.
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