Alun Rees, 'The Realm of IfOnly'

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The Realm of IfOnly

If broken hearts were bread, the yield
of this land’s fields of sorrow
would be sufficient to reprieve
a starving world from want and leave
plenty for tomorrow.

If our ideals and hopes were blooms
the consequential flora
would flood all latitudes with hues
so brave and brilliant, and infuse
the age with choice aromas.

If lives destroyed by greed were bricks
the wreckage of our valleys
could be piled into a tower so high
it would punch a hole clean through the sky
to where God drools and dallies.

By Alun Rees