For Wales (Collaboration with Trouble-Loves-Me)
We hang from the edge of England
as a jigsaw piece thrashed in Irish sea.
from Cardiff to Rhyl a simple equation:
our language is of the hearts
stripped raw, naked as our infants
sleeping sweetly in the cradle.
deep into the night, mist begins to form
around our hills, assembling as a choir
filing slowly onto the stage
Black mountain the fairy-tale in my eyes
total eclipse memories and life anew
Castle walls whisper stories of old
Sophia in her beauty surrounds
those ancient stones
Lakes and rivers bubble
place your ear to the waters
hear the voice of a proud nation
the branches of Mabinogi
speak of Annwn within Dyfed
tales and myths of otherwordly times
haunted Anglesey is written through pages
and houses that drowned in Cardigan bay
you can still glimpse their ghost beneath the waves
look out for Cantre'r Gwaelod in the setting sun
the English tried to drown us at Tryweryn
cries of Aberfan children nestle
among the lingering depths of coal mines –
we piss on the grave of Thatcher.
do not go gentle into that good night?
we never will