poems by Tommy Herbert

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Southend/Tikrit

As they pull the latest tyrant from the ground,
And he leaves behind a pair of buckles,
A stack of glassware, jewellery and backgammon pieces,
Or a suitcase of money and a revolver,
For the curious to see and for the careers
Of those who teach us about his reign,
The little left of him cooperates slightly,
Reduced in the acidic soil.

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