VETCH FIELD ELEGYSwansea City vs. Wrexham, FAW Premier Cup Final,
Swansea, Wales, 11th May 2005 On your deathbed we stripped you. Ripped out red plastic seats and advertisement boards like thieves stealing gold from fresh bodies. The Vetch clock, not yet stopped but definitely slowing, tick-tocked our final minutes away as Roger Evans, muffled by soot, whispered down chimneys into Sandfields living-rooms for the last time. Then, with makeshift spades we dug shallow graves across your boot-worn pitch. Taking turf home to place on the mantel, to plant in back-gardens, to say we were there when that man in black sounded the final final-whistle at our beloved tin shed. And as the smell of warm piss and fried onions drifted above the floodlights, getting lost on its way to the bay, we poured out into the streets like black and white tears. |
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Published in That Lone Ship (2018)
Available to buy from Parthian Books
Video recorded for The Crunch Issue 0 (October, 2015)
Available to buy from Parthian Books
Video recorded for The Crunch Issue 0 (October, 2015)