All Lit Up - Poems
From Before the Crying Ends John L. Hughes
The River Taff. Swilling down from Merthyr same as some kind of whip. Dirty candle-coloured by day down through Aberdare Mountain Ash Abercynon and Cilfynydd in a torrent. In a whelter of torrents. Grunting sucking lashing whirlpools blackened through by mining trash and coal no man could burn.



