My Boys Poem by Ian Keenan

I don't dislike them,
The tombstones round
The church,
Of Woolscombe, and Tebbit,
And Mrs Yeatman.

I knew a Mr Yeatman once,
Bank Manager,
Not easy to talk to,
Tight on overdrafts.

Money's tight right now,
But I saw my boys last night
In London,
A cheap Thai meal
And talk of ISIS.

They left for Brixton
And Brockley,
And I dreamed on the train
That I might die
If it weren't for them,

The heartbeats of my life.