For Jane - Poem by Charles Bukowski

225 days under grass
and you know more than I.
they have long taken your blood,
you are a dry stick in a basket.
is this how it works?
in this room
the hours of love 
still make shadows.

when you left
you took almost
everything.
I kneel in the nights 
before tigers
that will not let me be.

what you were 
will not happen again.
the tigers have found me
and I do not care.