Marlais

Dying alone on foreign ground,

death gripped his blessed hand

 

Raging hard across the pond,

Manhattan, his last stand

 

An oak to fall on alien soil,

all seeds to heaven thrown

 

His words cast free into the dark,

that ‘Good Night’ now his own

 

(Villanova Pennsylvania: January, 2017)

                                                        ‘Dylan Marlais Thomas’

 

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