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Day 3- 9.19.20

The following is an original found poem using language derived from the last 3 pages of Ruth Bader Ginsburg's 35-page dissent to the 2014 U.S. Supreme Court decision in the case of Burwell v. Hobby Lobby Stores, Inc.(Her dissent begins on page 60 of the PDF, language used for found poem can be found on pages 92, 93, and 94).



How They'd Have It


On the grounds of

the born-again Bible

and other religiously grounded beliefs,

on the grounds of her

father's consent and

for-profit business

owned by a husband,


The Court sees nothing

to worry about here.


Women lowered and bound?


The Court sees nothing

to worry about here.


So adopt judgement and money

and fear scientists.


Adopt employers and

fear Muslims.


Adopt Scientologists and

fear antidepressants.


Adopt infectious diseases and

fear arguments.


The Court sees nothing

to worry about here.


Adopt religious claims and

fear a lesbian couple's commitment.


Adopt religion and

fear women.


Adopt the Establishment and

fear well being.


Adopt belief and

fear accommodation.


The Court sees nothing

to worry about here.


Adopt clubs and

fear racial integration.


Adopt the Court divine and

fear fornicators and homosexuals.


Adopt business and

fear contraception.


Fear Jews and

pills coated with gelatin.

Fear vaccinations.

Fear anesthesia and

medications derived from pigs.

Fear risk.

Fear challenges.

Fear sincerity.


The Court, I fear,

was designed

to see nothing

to worry about here.










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