Spoken words reduced to sinders ashes in the funeral pire. fifty strong men, spent their lives in fire waiting for the wind, waiting for the earth to enrage drawn into the night and came to extinguish the ravages of ages. Where children play in rubble. Where their school lyes in peices. Where the corpses of so many lye.
I've seen a couple of people use "lye" instead of lie...is it a welsh thing? I like this poem. Spyder sums up life again!
Hehe thanks! its nice to have an old poem brought back up! this one is about the aberfan landslide disaster that occured in wales a school was completely destroyed by it, and many many people lost their lives. it happened long before i was even born, but it was still a topic i felt that i had to write about.
it's even better with the background. Impressive! I like that you seem able to draw inspiration from significant events or scenarios- you tell important stories.
