By Jean Cassidy and published in “The New Depressus” in The Guardian US edition, August 19.2017
Donald, you are so very tiring – so poor,
Yourself a huddled mass of rage and fear,
unable to be free, wandering homeless,
you the wretched refuse of your own barren shore.
Threatened at every turn, tempest tossed, insatiable.
You, the lonely immigrant searching for lifted lamp and golden door,
that might somehow fill the tremendous void that you are.