into the Valley of Dearth
rode the gallant bored hundreds
books
in
their
breasts bursting behind bones
forward Werd Army!
onto the da vinci shades of twilight airport doorsteps
and
call nothing -
no werds or sentence fallen - a MISTAKE!
tube train fodder to the left of them
rejection letters filed to the right them
into the Valley of Dearth
rode
six hundred hungry writers happy
to
find
space
to
fill
with Honour Glory Truth
fickle swaying market money
cannot
fade
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