The debate raging over Roman Polanski—hairsplitting over the definitions of guilt, genius, and rape, among other pertinent terms—has been missing one thing: verse. Veteran journalist and author Calvin Trillin dons his poet hat to take up the slack, devastatingly. His latest contribution to the Nation's "Deadline Poet" feature lays out the plight of the fugitive director in elegant rhyming couplets: "He'll miss the movers and the shakers. / He'll never get to see the Lakers."
"How can these people get so riled?" Trillin wonders. " He only raped a single child. "