[Jim Hayes]

The End of Sennacherib
With a nod to George Gordon

The White House incumbent looked down on the fold
where Republican senators did as they’re told,
and the ultra right Proud Boys stood ready when he
asked them to buttress his presidency.

Like the leaves of the forest in the flush of July
how they danced and they waved that a vaccine was nigh,
like the leaves of the forest when winter has blown
their dead from the virus lay withered and strewn.

For the Angel of Death spread his wings on his blast
as their president lied that the worst was now passed,
and the eyes of the faithful waxed deathly and rheum
made them blind to the thought their day would not come.

And thus shone his greed with his nostrils all wide
as he railed from the rostrum displaying his pride,
and the range of his grasping laid bare on the lawn
to his tightly packed following gathered to fawn.

And thus went the populace black face or pale,
with firmness and purpose crowds voted by mail,
when the ballots were counted one banner was flown
and one trumpet blew loud when the verdict was known.

The Moghuls of Wall Street were loud in their wail,
as Nyx and Mendacius languished in jail,
Semele and Oizys slouched one by one,
with the Sultan of Trumpism packed up and gone .