Bukowski’s first (and last) faxed poem

On February 18th 1994, minutes after having a fax machine installed at his home, Charles Bukowski sent his editor what would be his last poem.

oh, forgive me For Whom the Bell Tolls,
oh, forgive me Man who walked on water,
oh, forgive me little old woman who lived in a shoe,
oh, forgive me the mountain that roared at midnight,
oh, forgive me the dumb sounds of night and day and death,
oh, forgive me the death of the last beautiful panther,
oh, forgive me all the sunken ships and defeated armies,
this is my first FAX POEM.
It’s too late:
I have been
smitten.

Three weeks later the poet would die of leukemia.

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