Ant Smith

All poems

Speaking ill of the dead

Don't let her go silent
Into that good night
Don't lay down your swords
And give up the fight
Don't listen to the counsel
Not to speak ill of the dead
Bang on the doors and
Demand Maggie's head

Don't tell me she was
A feminist icon
Don't claim a respect
For simple endurance
Don't cover it up
The ill she has done
Her cadaver is guilty
And it should be hung

Don't honour her strength
Or give life to that lie
Don't decide now
Is the time to comply
Don't let a compassion
Let this moment slink by
Now is the time
To take an eye for an eye

Don't let history be rewritten
Lest we forget
Don't think of the twins
For they don't regret
Don't listen to the counsel
Not to speak ill of the dead
Bang on the doors and
Demand Maggie's head
Yes, bang on the doors and
Demand Maggie's head
Let the world know that
We're glad that she's dead