It's 9 a.m. on Friday morn
Into Place Keym police cars swarm
“Don't pass” blue tape blocks precinct bay
Shoppers asked to stay away.
Bemused and cold, some passers-by
Ask of each other, “What's awry?”
Forensic experts hove in sight
There's been a break-in overnight!
High-tech computers lured the thieves
The twice-unlucky owner seethes!
His tempting wares – well-lit display
Have attracted those who will not pay...
The Square's abuzz; I think of Keym
A councillor who gave his name
To this quiet, on-the-bus-route, square
Where violence is very rare.
Watermael quakes – its nerves are raw
A backwater? Not any more;
Down corridors of splintered glass
The very worst has come to pass!
(c) Poet in the woods 2016