(poetry diary 214-3/23/17) Here’s a pre-President Trump poem by Isabelle Gardner (niece of the famous art collector) called “The Last Trump.” It’s about a mouse.
THE LAST TRUMP
You suddenly squeak breathlessly like a squeezed rubber toy
you scream and scrabble in my kitchen, I am paralyzed.
you doomed freak of black and white you with your cockaded soul