Day 26 of 30

DAVID COPPERFIELD AND THE NAIVETE OF ILLUSION

all i want is to be able

to saw them in half

to sever them down the middle

separate legs from body

hands from holsters

thought from action

pull a fresh funeral bouquet

from one sleeve

a dove from the other

and a white cloth

long enough to circle the world

and soft enough to dab the tears

of us all

from around my neck