Inspired by Thomas McGrath's "Against the False Magicians"
Laughter must not charm us like the truth.
Hearty hahas fly by the healthy rose garden,
uprooting thorny stems, breaking them to the breeze.
Laughter must not charm us like the sadness.
Lilting giggles glide past a wilting bridal bed.
Blankets pull up over head, blocking out the brouhaha.
Laughter must not charm us like the sanctity.
Preservation of the heart is fundamental.
Nervous pulses do not make for perseverance.
Dismissal sleeps here now
amid the petals, pillows, heartbeats of rejection
and the shameful silence of whoever chuckled first.
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