April is [of course] the cruellest month, breeding/Lilacs out of the dead land, mixing/Memory and desire, stirring/Dull roots with spring rain ...
It is also national poetry month/Meaning it's that time of year again/For In the Black's annual "Insider Trading Poetry Competition"/In which readers submit their/Best works of poetry throughout the month of April/On the topic of the scandalous world of insider trading, the/Winners of which will be judged by yours truly and announced/At the beginning of May/Which is, of course, not such a cruel month and/In fact rather pleasant.
SUBMISSIONS: send your previously unpublished poems (having to do with, in some way, the topic of insider trading) in the body of your email by Saturday April 30th, along with the subject line "INSIDER TRADING POETRY COMPETITION," to firstname.lastname@example.org.
WINNERS: will be published in Vault's May 3rd Finance Newsletter, and here on In the Black.
(Bartleby: "The Waste Land" by T. S. Eliot)