Sunday poetry

weep

weep for the indifference of flying fish

weep for the absence of long-haired blondes

weep for the sadness of yourself

weep for Bach

weep for the extinct animals

weep for grandfather's clock

weep for weeping
because no one cares

the doors open in and out
the lights go on and off
teeth are pulled

I forgive the indifference of flying fish

I forgive the butterfly and the moth

I forgive the first woman who held my psyche
in her fingertips when

I was sold into captivity
long ago.

~ Charles Bukowski