The Magic

is growing older isn’t it? The magician put down his rabbit last tuesday Because it was too tired to come out of the hat It was starting to bite And it wouldn’t eat The fortune teller on Portabello road closed up shop I saw his crystal ball broken on the street The only thing he hopes to see in a palm now is a penny No longer a lifeline Salem’s finest have all but gone extinct The greatest granddaughter of Tituba Doesn’t know why her ancestors call to her She cannot even light a candle Even Aphrodite in her swaths of silk and satin Hesitates to look in the mirror these days She hasn’t been on a date in years And time is catching up