I actually think this must simply have been an administrative oversight (hey is this cynical ol' ME saying that?) I'd give them a call and remind them. If I am generous it's such a rare event everyone's got to acknowledge it!
May I take the liberty of printing my poem a second time here in the wrong place as I feel it concurs with Pokers sentiments (which of course it would seeing he's me mammy!
I waited too long on the edge of my life
As others stepped past through the veil
Hesitant always I crept through my time
Afraid that one day I might fail.
Frightened of many who I could not see
Would have walked with me gladly
but were frightened of me.
I was pulled through the plateau
By a strong silent hand
Always seeing the world
In a few grains of sand.
And now here I am
On the edge of the end
The plateau still empty and green
But I cannot stride out
To the mountains and lakes
To find out what I haven’t seen