and rip Scalia’s spirit where it falls.
Outside, bold lies may bend us to our knees
and rattle glass that shake our hallowed halls.
Lead voices at the hearing speak of law
yet minutes into speech, a sentence shrill:
her screeching laughter with demonic scowl:
“Let’s shine the light upon Judge Kavanaugh!”
Her urgency grows stronger as she howls.
She reads from Weiner’s laptop: “He’s discreet
but tempered with behavior not so nice.”
There’s yearbook nonsense, ice cubes and the beer
unlike her Bill exempt from all his vice.
The witch corroborates her vision, small
as evil on that morning comes to call.