Am I not merciful?
Am I not talented?
Am I not possessed of copious skills
in the realm of legerdemain?
Is this not your card?
Is this not the number you were thinking of?
Edgar snatches his top hat
from the occasional table
and punches a crown through it,
releasing a cascade of frantic doves
his aunt impassive
as a drugged spider.
Thursday, 26 November 2009
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