Cyfleuon hyll (2013)

Dwi wedi methu fy hun

Neu

Golliad

Colli fy hun?

Hunllef?

Na.

Dwi eisiau anghofio

Ail-creu

Ail-credu.

Unigrwydd o gofiadau fer

Hyll

Sdim ots

I still get a shudder when I walk past

Undercover. I suppose.

Just Me. Farrar Road.

Ay. Well.

They killed it.

But here and there you can see them.

Tiny crush barriers. Growing.

From the ground.

From The Ground.

As da price of commerce.

Pitch markings now marked down peaches.

Two-one now two for one..

Penalty box now cornflake box.

Red cards now loyalty cards.

Sent off for savings.

Gave 110% guvnor for a 10% discount.

Students mill about the place picking up

Pizzas for a pound.

So; and so what?

I shiver.

I smile.

I check the bargains aisle at the St. Paul’s End.

It’s a bit too far out for a free kick.

But.

Nobody’s looking.

One last chance?

There’s always a last chance.

And, then:

I check for green shirted referees.

None are watching.

Somehow a marked down orange

Accidentally falls out my hand.

And I volley it toward the defensive wall

Of 49p loaves.

It goes wide.

Felly, a felly.

Ail-symudiad;

Ail-creu. Ail-credu?

Na, dwi ddim yn meddwl

fod hyn yn teimlo’n iawn

Dwi ddim yn deimlo.

Iawn.

A ble mae’r iechyd? Lle mae’r fywyd wedi fod?

Sdim ots rili lle fydd bywyd mynd.

Sdim ots pam neu pryd.

Fydd y byd dal yn ddawnsio I rhai ohonym ni.

I mi? Chdi? Be di gwahaniaeth eniwe?

Anghofiadwy.

Am pob o rhesymau od

Rong

neu

Hyll

‘na.

Na.

Dim colliad, ond

Yn siml: methu

Gyfleuon.

Ag yn y ddiwedd faswn I eisiau dim ond un cwestiwn bach arall:

Enwogion?

O, pwy?