27th June 2025

 

Glastonbury weekend

I was 25 last time I went.

Too crowded now.

© Rachel Green June 2025

Not since the Thatcher years have I felt fear

of Russian missile strikes on English shores

and in my twenties then, I held life dear

but now the world's no longer mine, but yours.

I remember well the plans I had conceived

to drive away from every city build

and take with me the horded pills I saved

to die in peace and not from radiation killed.

Reagan was the president with fingers splayed

and hovering above the threat of war

but his Retiredactor diatribe

was naught compared to your impeachment golfing whore. 

 So now my plans for when the siren shrieks

 is hug my dogs and hope my shadow finds release.

© Rachel Green June 2025