Is there any realistic market for a long, modern, narrative poem?

I started this several years back, then realized it order to tell the complete story it would end up being as long as an actual Book from the Bible. Four pages into it I stopped working on it. Because so few people read poetry these days, other than poets at heart, the odds would be pretty slim that something long would be published, much less read, right?

Here are the first few stanzas to help you understand why I’ve never finished Jana’s Book.

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THE BOOK OF JANNA

1.

During Earth’s mad destruction,

as multitudes slaughtered each

other in their own god’s name,

yet another child was born.

Metaphorically conceived in a pure infant state,

wrapped in paupers blankets and left in a basket near

the oft disputed intersection of Lost and Found

where hypocrites daily judged everyone but themselves.

While the fragile waif softly cried out to be nourished,

comforted and loved, the faux pious falsely assumed

this newborn the consequence of original sins:

pre-condemned by dogma’s wrath as deserving her fate.

As these righteous turned away

a young woman, disdaining

denominational ire,

embraced the child as her own.

2.

Given the name of Janna,

the girl was raised in a home

that revered natural life as

the Creator’s precious gift,

an enclave where the women were perceived as equals

and could be wives by choice, mothers by desire, scholars

by inclination, leaders when circumstance allowed:

a safe haven holding destiny’s child in faith’s hands,

an environment that was clandestinely maintained

because they lived in a time, in a place, where fearful

males, doubting their own self-worth, collectively proclaimed

weakening the natural partnership granted men strength.

Warping The Creator’s will,

they banished healthy women

to lives of obedience

as man-made baby makers.