The Straw Bale Jubilee

Public neurotoxins

Oozed from every screen
‘Yes it was appropriate
To celebrate the Queen
But no-one was forced to’

Moms and pops
Cried for the girl
Who lived their dream

1.5 million thronged
The piss-streaked streets
Of London
In stone, silver, diamond,
Gold and straw

The broken Knights
Of thinking freedom
Sipped to salute

The Royal Family
Shape shifting across
The Universe
Since 1693

Reconstructing a dynasty
From mineral
And human
Fragmentary

Unfailing in its
Collective mind
Set on slaking thirst
For next world wines

As cold droplets of reality
Wiped away the fantasy
The United Kingdom
Shivered back to austerity
And secrecy