Golf Widower

Just when you think that the Trump family can't get any more grotesque, they lower the bar and prove that yes, yes they can outdo their ghoulish ways.

In this case, Trump planted the remains of his first wife, Ivana, near the first hole at one of his golf courses in New Jersey.  

I'll admit, I'm not usually a conspiracy theorist, but I'm hearing an awful lot of talk that Trump had her murdered (was she about to come out with some dirt on "The Donald"?), and then he and his family of ghouls disposed of the body as quickly as possible -- and since they planted her at the golf course, the property -- now classified as a cemetery -- qualifies for tax break.  Sweet!

A picture of the grave site is below, and I hear that the landscaping was done by none other than Trump's third wife, has-been porn star Melania Trump.

You just can't make this stuff up, folks.

This whole affair called to mind Emmett Lee Dickinson's poem, "My grave upon the golf course is," below on the left.  Dickinson's poem inspired his third cousin Emily to pen her poem, "Thy grave my little cottage is," below on the right.

By Emmett Lee Dickinson:

My grave upon the golf course is,
Where “Keeping house” is key
I make my sand trap orderly
So they can lay their tee.
 
Now we’re divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting fire unites
My grotesque family.
​

By Emily Dickinson:
 
The grave my little cottage is,
Where "Keeping house" for thee
I make my parlor orderly
And lay the marble tea.

For two divided, briefly,
A cycle, it may be,
Till everlasting life unite
In strong society.

For another poem related to Ivana Trump's mysterious death and bizarre grave site, click HERE.