Baedd

Raise thy snuffling snout;

Raise, cast about,

Enrage and grunt

O bristled screamer.

Lend me thy narrow

Hating eyes,

Thy goring tusk,

Sharp hooves to

Shred fallow tilth -

And, in thy bristled back,

The matted filth.

Lend me thy panting heat

O warrior soul.

Dw i'n bydd y baedd,

Running down the merchant

And the land-thief.

Rooting about in the entrails

I prophesy

No future.

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TWM GWYNNE

Twm Gwynne is an eco-radical poet and writer, wandering child of misted valleys. More of his writing can be found at his blog ydyngwyrdd.wordpress.com.