Ask courting couples whose coats took dust off the tips;

And hand back to the heavens stars on the future lips;

Children conceived in mist whose play- ground it had made.

Blame breeds guilt with blind anger in its road.


All the elements of tragedy are here.

from Aberfan: under the Arc Lights, Keidrych Rhys, 1966


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