In a field not far away
Courting pheasants
Pass the feeding rabbits
Whilst the doomed cows graze
Without effort
Unaware of their mortality
The sickly mayor
Proclaims his love for the Queen
People cheer
But do not really care
I am always suspicious of happiness
The girl from the hat shop notes
To her disinterested friend
In a hotel
Young lovers explore
Each other’s bodies
And wonder
If their future child
Will organise the Prince’s Jubilee
There are many flags
In the High Street
Moving gently in the April breeze
Children sing African songs
One has to remember the Commonwealth you know
Whilst the great and good
Smile with a hidden embarrassment
Drinks have been reduced in price
First round free
And old men gather together
Muttering beneath their breath
That the cowards lost the Empire
2014