they talk down through <br />the centuries to us, <br />and this we need more and more, <br />the statues and paintings <br />in midnight age <br />as we go along <br />holding dead hands. <br /> <br />and we would say <br />rather than delude the knowing: <br />a damn good show, <br />but hardly enough for a horse to eat, <br />and out on the sunshine street where <br />eyes are dabbled in metazoan faces <br />i decide again <br />that in theses centuries <br />they have done very well <br />considering the nature of their <br />brothers: <br />it's more than good <br />that some of them, <br />(closer really to the field-mouse than <br />falcon) <br />have been bold enough to try. <br /> <br /> <br /> <br />Anonymous submission.<br /><br />Charles Bukowski<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/on-going-back-to-the-street-after-viewing-an-art/
