Serpents which gush forth from beneath this serviette
Some scarves they are, four in fact, throws this sorcerer
So, it is worth it if you are sidekicks
Science you will ridicule steeped in such scepticism
The boom of copper cannons! When the cord is tugged!
Tracing circles of fire, rockets, pissing-out stars!
This work of hard labour makes soft doves which fall-in to
Tender and white snow from inside a box of tricks
Depending from all goblets, liquid and
And scorn for the precise chemistries of devils
Disconcerted by such a five-way derision
Deep within his pockets hides his defense
The unionized worker in Christmas clothes, just trying
Scholar who disappoints what artists try to save
