Poem: Note From The Organisers

Note From The Organisers

Feel free to turn up (or not)
wearing a full suit of armour,
or a hat with a big feather in it
and transparent trousers;
or to come dressed as a future
Bishop of Cork and Ross,
or as the prophet Isaiah’s
discredited older brother.

But this march is no wild ground
on which entrist dandelions
or buttercups will be allowed grow.
The Committee permits
no placards or literature
of a factional variety.
Most egregious those
with crazy words on them,
like “people before profit”.

So as not to put off
those not necessarily
in favour of people
(nor at all against profit)
our gathering will resemble
less a revolution
than a church group
on its way somewhere
to pray for a cure
for rheumatism,
or even better,
no cure;

so we can stand here
in increasing discomfort,
become such fixtures
even well behaved
dogs from Dun Laoghaire
start anointing
our legs as public conveniences.