Hello again,
Sorry this thread starter was such a non-starter.
I apologize for the apparent breach of strict etiquette, but I hadn't considered the post a poem as such. Rather a bare bones sketch of what I take public poetry to be like, with its mandatory references to God, awe, mercy and the ceremonial identity with the group ("Son"). It was meant to start conversation about a kind of poetry, not to beg praise or blame for itself.
Mr. Sullenberger (thanks to all for the correction) was also an unintended victim of over-casualness. He was more the spur to the topic than an intended topic, per se. Hence, I didn't put much thought into the accuracy of the details. It seemed enough to set the stage.
Once again I apologize and can promise not to let this error happen again. I;ll see to it that a moderator removes the graffiti a t once.
Kevin
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