316/365: The Words About Trump Won't

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The words fail me.
They won't sit still,
won't be pinned,
won't allow order.
They are frightened animals outrunning a spear.
I would run, too,
if I had to say such terrible things.


I am writing one poem every day in 2016, and I am using the hashtag #365poems to document my progress.