for marilyn m.

By: Charles Bukowski

slipping keenly into bright ashes,
target of vanilla tears
your sure body lit candles for men
on dark nights,
and now your night is darker
than the candle’s reach
and we will forget you, somewhat,
and it is not kind
but real bodies are nearer
and as the worms pant for your bones,
I would so like to tell you
that this happens to bears and elephants
to tyrants and heroes and ants
and frogs,
still, you brought us something,
some type of small victory,
and for this I say: good
and let us grieve no more; 
like a flower dried and thrown away,
we forget, we remember,
we wait.  child, child, child,
I raise my drink a full minute
and smile.

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This is a poem that Bukowski wrote shortly after Marilyn Monroe's death. You can find it one of his best books of poetry called Burning in Water Drowning in Flame, Selected Poems 1955-1973