MAN-MADE CANDLE
- Dark Poets Club
- Jul 13, 2024
- 1 min read
By Nicole Rinquest
A delicate product of wax and oil
Blinking eyes made them flicker
A cluster of moulded men with
Wick-ended bodies, strung up like lights
A dying art.
“Hidden talents count for nothing”
He wears his crown and gives us ours
A temporary triumph
The brightest don’t burn the quickest.
The lucky do.