27. Melin Lechi Ynysypandy
Sky temple now, this quiet shell:
skill, dream and labour manifest,
Whose stripped-out arches
thump the rhythm of the long-gone wheel,
where bold bell clanged above the din.
Investor, mason, engineer – scarred land itself –
each sacrificed beneath the heroic gables.
All flows downwards: water, stone or tears
For in this world you cannot have what is not there.