Zombie
Here I swell the charmless army
Still of course uniquely smarmy
Back to life, my death denied
Freshly from the other side
With my low lids and my smirk,
I have been returned to work –
Remunerated, so one hopes.
Bring me your brown envelopes.
I am Welsh as Welsh can be:
I’ll Welsh on you if paid a fee –
I will eat Glamorgan bangers
If you don’t report my clangers
My eyes are dead, the pupils stilled;
With bara brith my mouth is filled –
I will leave you tired, trembly
When I reach the Welsh Assembly
I am back from far beyond
The Devil’s strange and idle pond –
As Christine says with much disdain
A pity they can’t wake my brain
Click here for a Telegraph story (Bioquark)
Click here for an Independent story (Hamilton)
