Night Animal

I have never seen such an animal
except perhaps once,
but that is another story–
there it stood,
no lion
yet no dog
no deer yet deer
frozen nose
and eye, all eye gathering all the
moonlight that hung in trees;
and everywhere the people slept;
I saw bombers over Brazil,
cathedrals choked in silk,
the grey dice of Vegas,
a Van Gogh over the kitchen sink.

home, I poured a drink
took off my gloves    you god damned thing
with all your beauty,
with all your beauty
I have not found her yet.

Charles Bukowski
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