The Tuesday Poem

And The Candles Burn - Wasps v Humans

And the candle burns in the houses after dark

And the lights go out in the third world, located somewhere down town

And the believers believe every Sunday morning

And the guards wait for someone to protect

And the Bouncers wait for their next punch

And the boxers punch drunk

And the sweethearts wait for their first kiss

And the journeymen, their next stop

And the Politicians smile through gritted teeth

And the party line buckles and it crumbles

And the crying babies wait for their next breast

And the falling down stand up to be counted

And the heavy hearted lose some weight

And the game roles another dice

And the lovers make shadows in the night

And the devils dance a dangerous dance

And the drug addicts lick their lips in anticipation

And the soldiers wait for their next order

And the past lurks behind every street corner

And the dead drift past, silently unnoticed

And the mental pull funny noises

And the daisies chain themselves together in protest

And the candle burns, oh it burns for you, it burns for always,

it burns for eternity

Lincoln-born but Cork-based, Wasps vs Humans — aka Carl Antony Plover — will be curating, compering and performing at the Spoken Word Stage at the Indiependence Festival in Mitchelstown on Saturday and Sunday afternoon. (jul 26-27)