If dystopian or post-apocalyptic poetry is what your holiday season needs, then do stop by The Bees Are Dead. There you can find “Survival of the Fittest,” by Howard Debs; “ID,” by Duane Voorhees; and even a poem by that Eric Nolan guy (though, if you ask me, his stuff is strictly derivative).
Photo credit: “Birth Machine,” by H.R. Giger. Ojw [Public domain], via Wikimedia Commons.