Donald John Trump 1946 –

Show me the male homo sapien –  
another son of Mary – the man who 
would trade a planet that is not his 
for a hill of gold or sea of oil. 
Put a pallid face to it. Picture his 
tie caught in spokes of a motorcycle 
or lying tongue in a busy meat 
grinder if it helps. It does help.
Yes, again it’s him, a petty crim, 
a showman, circus barker, rabble
rouser, con who isn’t conservative 
in any sense. Look citizen, a fat 
tick, gorging its insatiable self not
on your arm but on the entire 
disoriented body politic.

Allan Lake, originally from Canada, has lived all over Saskatchewan, Vancouver, Cape Breton Island, Spain, Sicily, Tasmania, Western Australia and Melbourne. His latest chapbook of poems, “My Photos of Sicily”, was published by Ginninderra Press. Such journals as The Hong Kong Review, The Fieldstone, Tokyo Poetry Journal, The Antigonish Review, New Philosopher and Fabians Review have published him.