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

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
Dress,
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 2 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:
But
They will not
Give her back to me.



Poem For Jane: With All The Love I Had, Which Was Not Enough - Charles Bukowski