Aberfan 1966 - a poem by Chris Zachariou

Aberfan 1966

an avalanche
of death slid

down the mountain

crying..

screaming..

choking..

voices fading

mummy

it's dark

it hurts
help me

their light goes out

Aberfan grows dim

and a taste of death

lingers in the town

innocence destroyed

now you pretend

there is no one there

maybe you even

fooled me for a while

but I will find you

soon I will cross the river

I know your name

it's been written
in the book for  years