The lost and the desperate

The lost and the desperate

…then the sargeant, knowing victory, was dying
in my arms.
“Chinaski,” he said to me, “the fort is
ours!”
he gave a small smile, his head fell back and
he was gone.

    .

then I was home again
I was back in my room.
a hunched, miserable and angry man
walked into the room and said,
“get out there now and mow the lawn.
I see a hair of grass sticking up!”

    .

From The Last Night of the Earth Poems,
Charles Bukowski

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