will anyone ever be able to use the word “trump” in a poem again w/out implying political overtones?


(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.


Isabella Gardner


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

Read rest of poem 





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