“Sin” by D. Gwenallt Jones

by Kim on December 6, 2009

Take off the business suit, the old-school tie,
The gown, the cap, drop the reviews, awards,
Certificates, stand naked in your sty,
A little carnivore, clothed in dried turds.
The snot that slowly fills our passages
Seeps up from the hollows where the dead beasts lie;
Dumb stamping dances spell our messages,
We only know what makes our arrows fly.
Lost in the wood, we sometimes glimpse the sky
Between the branches, and the words drop down
We cannot hear, the alien voices high
And hard, singing salvation, grace, life, dawn.
Like wolves, we lift out snouts: Blood, blood, we cry,
The blood that bought us so we need not die.

Translated from the Welsh by Rowan Williams

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Richard 12.06.09 at 3:24 pm

This is powerful stuff, Kim. I’d like to hear it read in the Welsh

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