The Death of Baroness Thatcher
after Patricia McGuigan and Alexander Pope
Her hair was a headmistress dreaming
of again being allowed to use the cane.
Her ambition was a brass door knocker
on what was once a council house.
Her brain was a conversation about money
Sir Keith Joseph had with himself.
Her back passage was Basil Fawlty
complaining about car strikes to the Major.
The look in her eyes was a shoot to kill policy
in Northern Ireland.
Her sentimentality was a spinster’s thimble
in which you could fit what’s left of the Tory Party
in Scotland, Liverpool, Manchester,
Leeds, Sheffield, Newcastle…
Her clenched fist was a skinhead
in nothing but Union Jack y-fronts.
She said the word ‘Europe’
like a woman coming down
from a severe overdose of Brussels Sprouts.
Her Christmases were dinner at Chequers
with a recently deceased sex offender.
Her ‘out’, ‘no’, ‘never’
were striking print workers
being given the cat of nine tails.
Her fingers and thumbs
were ten riot shields in a row.
Her final nightmare
was the silent, black eyed ghosts
of Joe Green and David Jones ,
who did nothing but each offer her
David Gareth Jones, from Wakefield, died amid violent scenes outside Ollerton colliery in Nottinghamshire on 15 March 1984. On 15 June Joe Green was crushed to death by a lorry while picketing in Ferrybridge, West Yorkshire.