For the sake of his tricks some Doves must always die <br />Rabbits will suffer while Pigeons glutton themselves <br />Holed up in the seats below...... <br />There will be curtains and colorful scarves to conceal their pain <br />The sounds of their final heartbeats....drowned by <br />The applause from those who wish to see <br />The Magician perform his tricks again..... <br />With swords and daggers <br />And the sharp blade of a proper Guillotine <br />Heads will roll and little lives will perish.... <br />the Pigeons will always coo for more <br />The Magician promises to surprise them all <br />Pulling flowers from a hat.....then throwing them on the floor <br />There are many beautiful flowers as with any funeral <br />Their freshly cut scent to conceal the smell of Death <br />Bowing with a graceful wave of his gloved hands <br />The Magician solicits a female from his audience.... <br />All eyes will now witness for themselves <br />His final and greatest trick of all <br />Revenge.....served cold.... <br /> <br />2007 © T Sheridan<br /><br />Ted Sheridan<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/slight-of-hand/
