Monday, May 4, 2020

finish work

My hero edited Frank Herbert's 'Dune".
Considering so much he wrote just stank,
The over-view leaves one a lot of room
to question if we owe it all to Frank.
Judge Brandeis knew no writing's ever great
until an editor has slashed, and buffed.
The best of authors can sound second-rate,
if we confront their opus in the rough.

The sequels buckle underneath the strain
of exposition while the plot seems parked.

As if the reader needs him to explain
why--when one's eyes are burnt--the world looks dark.

Evoking worlds that might have never been
the editor completes what you begin.






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