The Iron Lady: Margaret Thatcher

I wonder if anyone had forecast
her passing away...
to my mind thoughts continued to come
should I or should I not
compose a poem

and

Mark Antony came to mind
in Julius Caesar he hath said...
as Brutus must have

Here I come not to praise Caesar
but to bury him...

we must all leave our
differences and idiosyncrasies behind
after one has gone...

we all become equal bones...
devoid of flesh

so tell me not in mournful colors
of what was blackness
you were silent then...
still and stiff…

you had no guts to face
the one now you call devil

so be gone with the wind...
I've seen many of your ilk

how many from grocers shop
daughters…
will ever rise to rule

in a democracy
perhaps you too could
but then you didn't have the spunk
which you don't have still

so learn to respect a silent bone
even dogs weep
when death comes home

God bless you all,
more,
than her
she has gone

The Iron Lady
that she alone
could be...