“He was such a nice boy.”
So why has Carly lost a teenage daughter
who was also nice?
and Kieron’s little brother lies in a morgue with his Nan,
while rush hour drivers swear,
stuck in traffic on the cordoned-off dual carriageway
because of other nice boys
who think life is a racetrack.
© 2019 Jane Ayres
Jane Ayres rediscovered poetry late in life whilst studying for a Creative Writing MA in Kent at the age of 57. It's been a revelation!