Stages of Deception
When the eyes sweep the stage, here he lies
Showing his sleeves and watching their eyes.
He’s in charge: boys and girls, come of age;
Blank, as they stare at his hands, were they still?
They Smoothened out in performance until
Ropes were pulled, seats were emptied, a doors get
Shut. You might catch him then: a pocket
Turned out, his pills are falling behind stage,
His shuffling gate, smoothed by a name he will find,
As children go home with magic left behind.
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