everything

the dead do not need

aspirin or

sorrow,I suppose.
but they might need

rain.

not shoes

but a place towalk.
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 itwas.
it is

probably

everything
and we will all

probably die

trying to get it
or die
because we don't getit.
I hope you will understand

when I am dead
I got as much

aspossible.

Bukowsky