I didn’t like Seamus Heaney

by Andy Hickmott

for Archie, 6/5/1925 – 30/8/2013

There, I’ve said it
what is it to me that he died
when he did
on the thirtieth of August, two thousand thirteen?

As usual I was careless
as to his parlous health that day.
He never said hello
so why should I say goodbye?

It was the same with Diana
then Margaret Thatcher,
but with them
it felt impersonal, unremarkable;

they had the decency to die
on days my father survived.