2012 AND 2017, REMEMBERED
Through centuries-long, worked mines ran deep
Atop the mountain grazed generations of sheep
Cottages and houses, a village built all in a row
Standing over a century, through rain and snow
Mines long gone, buried, broken, deep and lost
Ruins, empty stones, dreams, an occasional ghost
In the sixties and eighties came rumble and crack
Our Moving Mountain coughed, trembled and shook
Rock and mud slid and shifted, boulders and slime
The hearth’s of many a family now lost in time
Penygraig slipped down in Two Thousand and Twelve
Left standing alone, frozen, perched on a precarious shelf
Water, as it will be done, flowed here and there
A drainage system in a state of mutant disrepair
Sewers and drains are there but almost forgotten
Gaffer tape and string stitching pipes have gone rotten
Now again, in Two Thousand and Seventeen
Fifteen homes soon to vanish in the mist unseen
Somehow, it just does not seem honest or right
A council can steal your home in the dark of night
From under your feet without a ‘by your leave.’
Corporate negligence makes you vomit and heave
Somehow, it does not seem right or honest or true
How can they do this to him, her, and you?
Lazarus Carpenter - Author 