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Thatcher Tributes

Brian Carlin
Dig for Victory

were queuing up
to dig the dirt today
for old time’s sake
in lines as long as a
“Labour isn’t Working” poster.

All to share a shovel
and get the beloved earth
as far away from you as possible.

You stole our land
and it won’t be coming with you

So, bored, down you go
as far as the molten cored
furnaces of forgotten steelmen;
past the whited heat of technology
where still, you do not melt;
past the heavy industries of Hell
to the solipsistic, empty heart of you.

And at the graveside
when the chill wind blows
in Society’s eyes,
it promises not to cry.


Alice Collier
Bog Humour

Thatcher came, and Thatcher went;
I wish they’d got her at Brighton,
But now she’s dead and in her grave
At last we have a place to shite on…

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