The Death Of Self

My schadenfreud’ retreats about this news,

A well-regarded magazine gone down.

I have lived the pain, how writers drown,

Cast into a life they would not choose.

In what direction turns their working skill? 

Craftsmanship that fewer people see

And pay for—years of work for free—

Dare now ask the world to foot the bill.

 

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