Little did I know, when I riffed off a haiku-esque "tribute" entry in Firedoglake's recent nightside "TedFest" that it would lead to the fame and glory of not just finals-ness, but winning in the haiku category for this entry:
Here are the winners:
Ted Stevens glows at midnight.
Son already sunk.
Glaciers calving justice
--- Prairie Sunshine
Well, okay, it's not pure haiku. I already mind-edited that last line to "Glaciers calve justice" ... but who can argue with a little bit o'funshine amid all the gloom'n'doom of real life these days.
And who can argue with an "honoree" going to the extreme length of getting himself indicted right amid the judging process. Is that metaphorific or what.
And as for the purists about the exactitude of the haiku, I revise and extend my response—it's the in-thing to do, some say—and call it "haiku-iness."
If "-iness" is good enough for Stephen, Colbert that is, it's good enough for me.