I like to take a seat at Regents Park
Just 40 minutes a day to think amongst
The remnants of a decadent empire.
All order, all green, all beauty, all scene,
There’s a girl playing catch.
There’s the dad watching a match.
Over there lying on the grass,
A couple kiss, passionate, crass.
Here’s some lilies.
Here’s some trees.
Here’s a lake.
Here are bees.
A cricket ball, some frilly lace,
A quiet, gentle crying face.
She is shrouded today in swathes of blue
A paper strewn across her lap.
She’s wishing the story untrue.
Her husband is dead.