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Charles Bukowski

Charles Bukowski

ice for the eagles

keep remembering the horses
under the moon
keep remembering feeding the horses
sugar
white oblongs of sugar
more like ice,
and they had heads like
eagles
bald heads that could bite and
did not.
 
The horses were more real than
my father
more real than God
and they could have stepped on my
feet but they didn’t
they could have done all kinds of horrors
but they didn’t.
 
was almost 5
but I have not forgotten yet;
my god they were strong and good
those red tongues slobbering
out of their souls.

#1993 #AmericanWriters #ThePleasuresOfTheDamned

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