Magic

You take the stage dressed all in white, an angel without wings, but you stay onstage throughout the day and fade to black by night. I know your act, you see. Abracadabra, a rabbit appears from within your hat until you disappear him, and you pick a card, the ace of hearts, from among the fifty-two, and play that hand forevermore, there’s nothing I can do. You move flawlessly through your bag of tricks, bewitching me with your charm. I am the man in the crate you saw in half, but I won’t emerge intact. I’ll remain in pieces at your feet until presto, you release the spell, but I’ll remain a part of your magic show, the black magic you do so well.