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Here’s a poem by Ifor ap Glyn, National Poet of Wales, commissioned by BBC Cymru Fyw to note the centenary of the 1918 Armistice.

 

Cymuno

(after the Armistice 1918)

 

When the men come back to Soar and Salem,

they’re not the same men that they were.

 

Despite settling straight-backed on polished pews

the noise still fills their heads;

 

the smell of the polish reproaches the stench

that lived so long in their nostrils;

horrid spectres are seared on their eyes;

 

and the two hands joined in prayer today

are hands that slid a comrade yesterday,

by the spadeful, into a sack.

 

There are several gaps here this evening

and the men share their pews

 

with those who weren’t there – but they can’t ‘share’ either.

They’re like bread and wine…

 

And the women who come to Soar and Salem?

Well, they’re no longer the women they were,

 

having slipped the yoke of domestic chores,

for the challenge of the work place;

 

having endured cruel uncertainties

before an alien letter poked its tongue through the door

and dropped like a corpse on the mat.

 

Many empty firesides come with them here tonight,

many ribbons of correspondence neatly tied in drawers,

many carefully cheery chats with their premature ends…

 

But each with their different wounds from ‘up the line’

come to seek some meaning from the bread and the wine.

 

Ifor ap Glyn
National Poet of Wales

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