The Homeless Hero

Glyndwr Michael, born in a one roomed home In 1907, in Aberbargoed, Caerphilly, Wales Was a sprat in a tin, starved all through his childhood His miner father killed himself Leaving his son an ugly legacy No hope, no future, living on part-time jobs, Then drifting off to London Magnet for waifs and strays A disused warehouse near King's Cross There's where they found him Thirty six. A jobless, homeless, case He'd eaten bread spread lavish with rat poison Two days he took to die in St Pancras Hospital The authorities called him a lunatic Despite no evidence to prove their claim And then, he rose like Lazarus, His corpse was washed, chin shaved Hair trimmed, a manicure, a pedicure, No effort spared to make him look a gent (A pity he wasn't alive to savour it,) Expensive clothing from the inside out Finally treated like a person of worth They dressed him as an officer of the Marines They reinventedhim as Willian Martin Captain (Acting Major)intelligence officer Planted misinformation on him. Dropped his corpse at sea The Nazis swallowed the bait, hook line and sinker. They say that homeless Welshman made a difference Operation mincemeat, top brass trickery They buried him with military honours (Provincia de Huelva, Andalucia, Spain San Marcos Section, Grave number fourteen) Post mortem, valued, treated with respect