Currently Reading You Get So Alone at Times That It Just Makes Sense By Charles Bukowski see related

they don't make it
the beautiful die in flame -
suicide pills, rat poison, rope, whatever -
they rip their arms off,
throw themselves out of windows,
they pull their eyes from the sockets,
reject love
reject hate
reject, reject

they don't make it
the beautiful can't endure,
they are the butterflies
they are the doves
they are the sparrows,
they don't make it.

one tall shot of flame
while the old men play checkers in the park
one flame, one good flame
while the old men play checkers in the park in the sun.

the beautiful are found at the edge of a room
crumpled into spiders and needles and silence
and we can never understand why they
left, they were so
beautiful.

they don't make it,
the beautiful die young
and leave the ugly to their ugly lives.

lovely and brilliant:
life and suicide and death

as the old men play checkers in the sun in the park.

-N