10 Lions And The End Of The World

in a national magazine of repute
(yes, I was reading it)
I saw a photograph of lions
crossing a street
in some village
and taking their time;
that’s the way
it should be,
and some day when
they turn out the lights
and the whole thing’s over,
I’ll be sitting here
in the chalky smoke
thinking of those 10 damned
(yes, I counted them)
lions
blocking traffic
while the roses bloomed.
We all ought to
do that
now
while there’s
t
i
m
e.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1958
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