A wave of hand
in air thin
trying to make it dense
a spell of magic
that failed
at a stronger stand
of a mind
that was of God Himself
stupefied
I look at my sleight
which was blown away
like a twig in a maelstrom
am I a magician of this Earth
my casts are nursery rhymes
to him that sees all
and judges all
blacks he punished
and with folded hands I stand!