The west twll of Rhosydd slate quarry. The opening here is around 150ft... plenty of room for a ddraig goch!
'Alexandra': Greek for 'protector of man'. Apposite... its slates sit upon roofs around the world.
Hill ripped inside out.
Hard heart broken to a million, trillion pieces
Spewed out into the sun for lichen to climb.
An impossible jig-saw tipped onto golden slopes to refract the high light;
A puzzle, pieces missing- shipped on seas,
Mismatched on rooves, in walls, on floors.
This one next to this...
Each missing piece a decision carefully eyed,
Each conscript knows a palimpsest of a discarded shape,
A brother tossed aside, one particle in a heaving mound.
Just another transformation in an atomic life.