The Death of Capitalism

One of the traditions of the Mexican Day of the Dead, I learnt recently while working as poet-in-residence at Hackney City Farm’s celebration of the event, is that people write poetry: either to bring back their loved ones from death or to send living people the other way! Writing bespoke poems was moving and at times quite fun: I sent off a nasty ex-boyfriend, an evil stepmother and a couple of world leaders. One person asked me for an elegy mourning the death of Capitalism. And here it is: