On the death of Martin McGuinness

I am curiously numb 

To the fact that you are gone 

Devil, patriot 

Criminal, rebel 

You outlived the clichés 

(Just about) 

Given the time and place 

You were always going to exist 

An iron response to a clumsy 

Fist wrapped in barbed wire 

That bared its dirty steel-trapped yellow teeth 

And get-out clause to expose the unfortunate fact 

That liberty cannot exist 

For a secondary class 

And freedom is measured out in fire 

And broken glass

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