I reject your words,

the words you wrote,

to reject my words,

the words I wrote.                                                                                                                    

I pinned up the letter,

the letter you wrote,

that dismissed the poem,

the poem I wrote.                                                                                                                      

Publication suitability,

the reason cited,

the editorial prerogative,

to question why I’d write it.                                                                                                       

A poem of darkness,

hatred and lies,

corruption uncovered,

and media spies.                                                                                                                      

I had opened my heart,

to Horse and Hound magazine,

to comment unbiasedly,

on the Leveson Inquiry.