Ten Years After Thatcher
Remember it like yesterday,
The grocer's girl who beat the grocer:
The fine-spun hair, the urge to pray -
And closer,
That gimlet eye, the cutpurse lip,
An aldermanic burst of laughter,
Her wire basket at her hip
And after
This, a quartered century,
Her firm look here, as we were spaniel
Puppies learning, at her knee,
Her manual.
How far from there to where we live:
New Labour, New Conservative.