Monday, November 9, 2020

Robert Cooperman

TRUMP AT THE CASKET OF JUSTICE RUTH BADER GINSBURG, REPOSING IN STATE

He bowed slightly and whispered,
as if to impart a heart-felt goodbye:

"Thanks, Bitch. Now I can get a Court
that respects, loves me, and will do anything
I ask, like deciding I can rule for life."

Then, when he started to straighten up
to strut away as if he’d slain a dragon,
the casket lid flew off; the draped
American flags winged at Trump's face
like flocks of outraged ravens,

and a small, steel-strong hand grabbed him
by his wrist, and hurled him onto
the velvet lining, Trump shrieking
to his Secret Service detail,

“Get the horse-faced slut off me!”

They shrugged helpless shoulders,
while the gathered mourners gasped,
and Trump failed to tear free.
A few observers noticed he was alone
in the casket, and others claimed
they saw a black-robed figure rising.

One young woman leapt up
the Supreme Court Building's steps,
and slammed shut the lid, the insides
thudding with his kicks, vibrating
with his screams, while a hole opened,
and the casket descended
with the gravity of the damned.


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Bob confesses: "The poem was inspired by a doctored photo a friend had sent, of Trump leaning over the late Justice's casket, her arm protruding, giving the old devil the finger. So I took that image one further, and had her grabbing him, flinging him inside, while she rose to Heaven and Trump cast into hell, where he belongs."


ROBERT COOPERMAN's latest collection is The Ghosts and Bones of Troy (Kelsay Books). His most recent chapbook, All Our Fare-Thee-Wells, is forthcoming from Finishing Line Press.

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