— a long and false forgetting — — This is Gorffwysfa, a place of rest,
This is where her recovery began
Amharic text reminds us,
As we live beneath the sun,
She was an old Welsh witch,
When sky was black as gold,
Dragged across a sunless sea
By men without a soul:
Her stories and narrations,
Her lives as yet untold,
Lost in that stinking slave ship’s…