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  • Writer's pictureTerry Pace

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Updated: Sep 16, 2020

By Charles Bukowski


the wind blows hard tonight

and it's a cold wind

and I think about

the boys on the row.

I hope some of them have a bottle of

red.

it's when you're on the row

that you notice that

everything

is owned

and that there are locks on

everything.

this is the way a democracy

works:

you get what you can,

try to keep that

and add to it

if possible.

this is the way a dictatorship

works too

only they either enslave or

destroy their

derelicts.

we just forgot ours.

in either case

it's a hard

cold

wind.


Bukowski (RIP 1920 - 1994) published this poem in 1986 in his book "You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense." Both the poem and my mood leave me little more to say today. Other than I hope you might read and reflect as best you can. In my experience, this poem will make much too good of sense if you have spent real time with the downtrodden, the sick, the oppressed or the grieved. If you have not had much of these opportunities, there is great need everywhere and I hope none of us can forget that.

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