by Mari McKee
Is he really an illusionist?
His black suit is threadbare
he has nothing else to wear,
but he stills makes ladies swoon
making love from midnight to noon.
Adding a cape, he stands center stage,
spotlight then lights up an empty cage,
he walks past the cage saying no words,
somehow, the cage has filled with birds.
Gasps and claps are heard in the hall,
audience sits tall as they are enthralled,
he bows deeply, his face wears a smirk,
to him they are nothing but low class jerks.
He saws a lady’s fingers leaving only nubs
audience screams seeing her spurting blood,
massive red stage curtains quickly close,
disgusted, he wipes blood from his clothes.
Curtain rises to a chained man screaming,
which abject terror, he prays he is dreaming,
illusionist uses fingers to pluck out his eyes,
the chained man screeches until he dies.
The audience goes wild, as they believe
he is a great magician without reprieve,
he bows and leaves two bodies on stage,
after all, being an illusionist is all the rage.