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The Great Magician

for David Cope


He found himself in a flophouse,

Living out of old suitcase,

Threadbare suit


Over hulking frame.

His lama had told him

To kill his enemies


If he truly wanted the teachings.

So he killed the enemies

Of his lama.


Bring them back to life

And I will give you

Instruction, the lama told him


What happened to him

Was hardly unusual.

Still it contained


Something deeper,

More uncertain

Than what is known.


He built mountain towers

Only to return the stones

To where he’d found them.


Live one day in this manner

You awaken others

For hundreds of years.



22 January 2007



[Originally published in NHS 2007, http://www.poetspath.com/napalm/nhs07/Jim_Cohn.htm.]