NH ( / Indonesia)

For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough:

I pick up the skirt,
I pick up the sparkling beads
in black,
this thing that moved once
around flesh,
and I call God a liar,
I say anything that moved
like that
or knew
my name
could never die
in the common verity of dying,
and I pick
up her lovely
all her loveliness gone,
and I speak to all the gods,
Jewish gods, Christ-gods,
chips of blinking things,
idols, pills, bread,
fathoms, risks,
knowledgeable surrender,
rats in the gravy of two gone quite mad
without a chance,
hummingbird knowledge, hummingbird chance,
I lean upon this,
I lean on all of this
and I know
her dress upon my arm
they will not
give her back to me.

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Comments (4)

......an amazing poem...and so sad....the ending is superb...nothing we do can bring back our loved ones ★
So powerful, so emotional, so tragic SG
All I have to say is...absolutely amazing...I was almost pushed to tears
i love bukowski and all the poems he wrote about jane.