For Charles Bukowski’s Birthday

Bukowski

THE MIRACLE

To work with an art form
does not mean to
screw off like a tape-worm
with his belly full,
nor does it justify grandeur
or greed, nor at all times
seriousness, but I would guess
that it calls upon the best men
at their best times,
and when they die
and something else does not,
we have seen the miracle of immortality:
men arrived as men,
departed as gods –
gods we knew were here,
gods that now let us go on
when all else says stop.

Charles Bukowski
The Days Run Away Like Wild Horses Over the Hills (1969)

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