Todo lo pudo Chinasky

Ahora que está en boga reírse de los poemas cortos y hacerles estudios culturosos, ahí les dejo uno del memorable Charles Bukowski perteneciente a la compilación "The Roominghouse Madrigals: Early Selected Poems (1946-1966)", para que se entretengan chamacones.
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Everything.

The dead do not need
aspirin or
sorrow,
I suppose.


but they might need
rain.
not shoes
but a place to
walk.


not cigarettes,
they tell us,
but a place to
burn.


or we're told:
space and a place to
fly
might be the
same.


the dead don't need
me.


nor do the
living.


but the dead might need
each
other.


in fact, the dead might need
everything we
need


and
we need so much
if we only knew
what it
was.


it is
probably
everything


and we will all
probably die
trying to get
it


or die

because we
don't get
it.


I hope
you will understand
when I am dead


I got
as much
as
possible.