Another editor to meet you, John,
Brusque perhaps at first, but you’ll soon get on.
He’s spent a lifetime taking careful note,
So we could see exactly what you wrote.
Nine volumes in the end, book after book,
You can’t imagine quite how long it took.
Deciphering all you wrote since early youth
You left things quite a mess, to tell the truth.
He got it sorted out -- that was his way,
He’d started so he’d finish, he might say
You needed him to make your poems sure,
So both your reputations will endure.
R.K.R. (Kelsey) Thornton
(2017)
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