TAFF MAN
Fat man,
Taff man
down by the river
in the murky, quirky depths
of water well spent
hell bent, heaven sent.
Washing away the sins
of our father’s fathers
in a cool black seam
of a bad wet dream.
Rumbling and tumbling
in a great wash of nought
with nothing and nowhere to go.
Taff man
Fat man
looks down to the river
to fill up and
let himself go
down to the depths of
his story.
He steps forward
and
in a flash.
He is gone.
It is not a pretty sight.