The last pint, a grime, Then a toothless smile, a cough Drowning in stone dust. Last orders on the menu
Their wall-chained dogs Howling at the night skies.
Jaculn oes qeie Jn
Blue Glass
Ty Nant bottles more beautiful than the spring water held in the slender shape.
Such blue-lapis lazuli of the Madonna’s robes, pigment ground from the rock.
The most expensive colour, brighter than sky or sea made into bottles.
Hear them smash in the recycling, wave on wave of broken beauty.
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