We’ll lose the Magician


Lies dusty his crown,

Locked tidy in his closet, his golden gown,

The sorcerer is withering away, simple logic,

Assign a magician, tasks that require no magic,

Then, watch him self-destruct,

For there simply can be nothing more tragic,

Sans, the stage, the jeering crowd,

The wide-mouthed claps, hoots and the cheers,

Life slowly blurs in the rear,

The end’s then too hard to resist,

Sheer futility devours his fear,

For a final glimpse, he draws life’s bowl near,

Finds dried up and gone are those last drops of purpose,

No miracles in store, he re-assured clear,

Empty white shines porcelain,

Now he knows, he’s breathing in vain,

Untraceable now, his prime reason to exist…




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One thought on “We’ll lose the Magician

  1. wow. wow wow wow. I was reading, skimming along–and something made me go back for more clarity–and then i really absorbed the line (paraphrase) “give the magician a life with no magic to perform, and watch him wither” and again with the goosebumps. Growing all the way to the end of the poem, especially to find the porcelain bowl pristine.

    you are really coming into your own poetically, Debaroon. These are some of the best works I’ve read…by anyone!! Power on, Scribe! You create beauty and truth.

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