| E. J. Thorn |
What Do Gulls Know?read by e j thorn I leave New York and backtrack Dylan’s steps, along the way I speak to some of those on whom he’d left his mark; on whom he’d put the hammer--and on every face: a grin. The bay at which we dock I can’t pronounce, it probably has other names - more apt: Port Grime; Port Waste; Thick Smog Bay; Dead End Bay --black-faced kids scrap like Vikings, just for fun and there, on the quay, beaten into bronze - Thomas watches every kick and punch --a seagull on his head - about to shit, about to offer negative critique.
 Statue of Dylan Thomas -- Swansea Marina |