turtle

the trees fell        the angels died        their world became
your world        and laughter        ended.

tricked        out of your        surroundings        they found you
turned you        around        and        over

like an old        turtle        you kicked out        uselessly

as far off        golden trumpets        sounded

and a young man        who looked        as you had        once

smiled straight        into the        fire

his face        covered with        light.

Author
Charles Bukowski
Written
1990
Source
Original manuscript