Caerdydd, Cardiff, United Kingdom
Executive, Group Communications
We cannot sweat here. Our skin is icy.
We cannot breed here. Our wombs are empty.
Help us to escape youth and beauty.
Write us out of the poem. Make us human
in cadences of change and mortal pain
and words we can grow old and die in.
-Boland
I'm a bag of contradictions.
No, seriously.