one of those

Sartre was some fellow, oh yes,
he took us to the bone of
Nowhere and shook it
at us.
the choice of   existence
is yours,
he said,
morals died with God,
you’re on your
own.

every now and then,
along the run of the centuries,
some giant among men
arises,
shakes us truly,
shocks us out of our
sleep,
so that, at least for a
time, we become different,
renewed
as we put our shoes on in
the morning,
as we trundle through our
tasks,
as we eat, defecate,
imagine love,
mail letters,
drive and walk the
city,
things and thoughts
assume different
shapes.

Sartre was one of those
giants.
Paris, France, much of the
world
rumbled and bounced
because of
him.

without some like he,
getting your shoes on in
the morning
would become so vile
an act as to be almost
impossible.

Jean Paul, thanks for
the lift.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1991
Source
Original manuscript