it will never end, there will be no
help, no mercy, no living thing,
it will all go on, uselessly, through
fabrication and old habits, it
will continue, a headless body
of life, walking old walks, doing
old tricks, dreaming old dreams,
it will be as alone as a mountain,
and despite billions of beings
there will not be one real being, there
will be everlasting waste and only
the animals will be real, they will have
the pureness of eye and the grace,
they will be the last, the simple,
the pure, the ember, what it meant
truly, the wolf will have the heart
and the panther the lungs and
the eagle, the eyes, and the last
war will be one man sitting in a
chair, laughing at it
all.
“ah” - Charles Bukowski
