The Iron Lady
Posted on Wednesday, July 16, 2008 at 6:06pm
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Iron Lady
Pieces of coal scrabbled from a heap
she flattened into so much dust;
but the one wheel proved her wrong,
every spoke a miner’s arm.
Wind through the hall windows
and trees grew as once orators:
door open to clouds, a child’s mouth
she parched like a collier’s.
by Mike Jenkins
