Memes fall apart; the center-left cannot hold;
Mere liberalism is loosed upon the world;
The best lack superdelegates, while the worst
Are full of passionate investing.
The darkness drops again, but now I know
That three generations of neoliberals
Were vexed to nightmare by an orange bogeyman,
And what rough beast, its hour come round at last,
Slouches toward November to be born?

New York, 2016.