Recently-interviewed author Felix Gilman just tweeted a poem of sorts.
“An Ohioan sits atop his tractor, his face lined with care. Soon they will come and ask him to choose a new King. He feels it in his bones. Across his fields the Ohioan sees the long shadows of the approaching pollsters. One leads a sheep, the other a goat. Both hold crowns. He shudders. There is nowhere on this cold morning to hide.”