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Leslie McGrath: Trump-wrung

It crackled like a stun gun

the news (I swear it did) and when

we picked ourselves up off the floor

(tiled, concrete, packed-earth, marble)

of our assumptions it was

done in a slow motion funk

of shock and disjunction.

 

How could this happen?

 

We took the hit. Our ears rung.

It stung that night.

And each morning since

it’s a rising welt, the sun.


 

Copyright 2016 Leslie McGrath

2 comments on “Leslie McGrath: Trump-wrung

  1. ginapa
    January 3, 2017

    I came here to comment on your poem capturing my feelings, but Patricia said it so well. I guess I can only add that in my 61 years I have honestly never been so terrified in my life as I am for the coming of January 20, 2017–the end of our world as we know it. I pray God will forgive those who voted for such a vile, vile man. But we have turned into a Godless nation, which can only explain how so many people didn’t–and still don’t–see it. My only consolation is that the Bible prophets predicted this exact thing happening, so when I feel terrified I remind myself that He will always be in control. Those who know this have no need to be so afraid (although, being human, I can’t help it).

    Like

  2. Patricia A. Nugent
    January 2, 2017

    This captures the feeling exactly. Beautifully written. Still impossibly painful.

    Liked by 2 people

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