i.m Jox Cox MP

 

where my brother found a sodden fiver

beside a breakwater and my mother

dried it, spent it on a pair of jeans

for each of us. Riches in those days.

Sealed with A Kiss, Poetry in Motion,

It Might As Well Rain until September

on the jukebox. The train from

Liverpool Street seemed to go on for ever. 

 

Now driving from Clacton through Frinton

to Walton on the Naze past bungalows

with England flags and Vote Leave posters,

bearded old motorbikers roaring through

villages, forests of wind turbines out at sea,

the English in a devil-may-care,

Passport to Pimlico mood.

Give us back our country,

 

starring those family favourites

Boris Johnson, Michael Gove, Nigel Farage.

As if it were all just an Ealing comedy.