Her majesty’s wreath
gets carefully placed
at the Cenotaph’s foot.
Followed by those of her family,
who, dressed in full regalia,
are representing the armed services.
Then one from Her Government,
followed by more from political parties
and a regiment of commonwealth nations.
The Last Post sounds.
The march past comes.
But then, in a break with tradition
she is assisted by her ladies-in-waiting,
and dons her cloak of Invisibility
and with her newly acquired powers
she goes up to war widows and orphans,
and with gloved hands does the hitherto unthinkable-
awkwardly hugging folk.