As Donald Trump leaves the White House, a poem looking back at the character of the political embodiment of Narcissus.
Narcissus Leaves the Oval Office
Narcissus stared blankly at the empty wall
The mirror, gone, the object of his loving gaze
Unable to understand the happening of his fall
The loss of adulation, the mob’s cry of praise
One last look, and he left the room, last day
He fought the fight, he won, he was so great
But suddenly all his powers swept away
And he was no longer master of his fate
His face, beaming, grinning, ranting, and yet
No understanding of why others turned away
He cajoled, coaxed, resorted to threat
But to no avail: now justice held sway
He used to say: Mirror, mirror on the wall
Is not Trump the greatest of them all!
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