The leader Lois dug herself a pit,
inverted it to set herself on top,
and laid a condescension line from it
to twitching auditors. I wish she’d stop
instructing, take a seat and look around.
I’m almost moved to help her off that hill.
But Lois only listens to the sound
her message makes, collapsing into drill.

I wasn’t worried that the night would be
so powerful I’d know myself no more,
but neither did the thought occur to me
that Lois would misspeak and Kate would bore
as often as they did. They’ve even less
of wisdom than my pessimistic guess.