the magician

the magician
with his wand is casual
as he
pulls
the rabbits out of his hat,
the birds
fly
from under his sleeve.
fire appears
at his finger tips.
he smiles as if it's not
magic
but an ordinary thing
that he does he
day.
and when he takes the
saw
and puts his wife
into the box
cutting her in half,
there seems to be some joy
on his face.
a wish unfulfilled
perhaps.