Y mae hedd yma iddo
strangled by the ivy,
he lies here in peace
and I don't need to comb his hair
into an Auntie Betty hairstyle.
Y mae hedd yma iddo
weather beaten and covered in moss,
he lies here in peace
and I don't need to hold his hand
when I cross the road.
Y mae hedd yma iddo
in the catacombs of my mind,
rest the skeletal remains
of a boy, a man, a father
and the shadow of a God.
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