we must

by charles bukowski.


we must bring 
our own light
to the
darkness.


nobody is going
to do it
for us.


as the young boys
ski
down the 
slopes


as the fry cook
gets his last
paycheck


as dog chases
dog


as the chessmaster
loses more than
the game


we must bring
our own light
to the darkness.


nobody is going
to do it 
for us,


as the lonely
telephone
anybody
anywhere


as the great beast
trembles
in nightmare


as the final season
leaps into
focus


nobody is going
to do it
for us.