Sunday, November 04, 2012

Too Good Not To Share

This is by Anderson,  in a comment stream over at Lawyers, Guns, and Money:

Thirteen Ways of Looking at an Electoral College Map

Among twelve swinging states,
The only moving thing
Was the Electoral College map.

I was of three minds,
Like an Electoral College map
In which there are three pollsters.

The Electoral College map whirled in the autumn polls.
It was a small part of the pantomime.

A man and a woman
Are one.
A man and a woman and an Electoral College map
Are one.

I do not know which to prefer,
The beauty of polling averages
Or the beauty of margins of error,
The Electoral College map on Election Day
Or just after.

Polling averages filled the computer monitor
With particolored glass.
The shadow of the Electoral College map
Crossed it, to and fro.
The mood
Traced in the monitor
An indecipherable result.

O thin men of Gallup,
Why do you imagine national averages?
Do you not see how the Electoral College map
Trips up the feet
Of your likely voters?

I know noble models
And lucid, inescapable algorithms;
But I know, too,
That the Electoral College map is involved
In what I know.

When the Electoral College map turned all to tossups,
It marked the edge
Of one of many scenarios.

At the sight of an Electoral College map
Glowing in a purple light,
Even the bawds of punditry
Would cry out sharply.

He rode over Ohio
In a glass coach.
Once, a fear pierced him,
In that he mistook
The shadow of the 47%
For Electoral College maps.

The polls are moving.
The Electoral College map must be shifting.

It was four days till the election.
It was polling
And it was going to poll.
The Electoral College map refreshed
On the smartphone.

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