by Sarah Rothbard
We’re closing the books on 2011 at Zócalo,
So a year-end poem seemed apropos.
We might have gone Roger-Angell-style,
Marching the year’s guests in single file,
Rhyming Steven Brill and Brad Cloepfil, Dakin Sloss and Andrew Ross,
But what to do with Evgeny Morozov? We might be at a loss.
So we’ll simply salute the year’s passing—by no means completely—
With unmetered verse that rhymes somewhat neatly. …





