Poems Title

My Life In Bowyears

‘Why do you cry
When your pop-stars die?’
So asks the angel at the tomb
In his Daily Mail readers’ guise.

Because I heard a whistle blow,
Bring in your boat and
Tidy up, pack away,
And shut up shop.

The party’s dwindled
To a fainter soundtrack
And everyone you loved while listening
Is lost again and disappearing,

Because we held each other
through Lady Grinning Soul
On habitat sofas
Soundproofed by books

Because when it was over
I cooled my overwhelmed heart
In Heroes, with its warrior truth
That everything must be separated


13th January 2016