farewell, farewell

the blade cuts down and through,
pulls out, enters again, twists.
this is the test:
spit it out, sucker, you’ve long ago
proven your valor.
in this unhappy world, in this
bitterly unhappy world,
who but a fool would want to
linger?
there will be no change.
your little good luck has been
used up.
spit it out, sucker.
the last goodbye is the
sweetest.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1993
Source
Original manuscript