# Poor Wizard

- Link: https://mohammadjazim.blog/2022/02/05/poor-wizard/
- Published: 2022-02-05T22:06:21+05:30
- Author: Mohammad Jazim

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All this havoc just means I’m a poor wizard.

Once, I lit three twigs and fanned the smoke,
from miles away,into the girl who 
jumbled scales through my spine.

As she vanished I clapped a delighted tune.
But not without aches of my own.

Did the sack of no echoes fail me?

Now, on such a mild curse—
boils, sewn eyes, a shrew in the loin my ankle reddens
up and eyes me with disdain. Toenails fall off.How far will this go?

Poor wizard. Poorly done in.
These pangs are power and as power bothknees lock up
ashamed to move.

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