Carmen 55

True, any moon would be a harsh mistress
But some worlds have two or three satellites
While mine has only one moon to obey.
Luna dominates the starlight, then wanes,
Her silver hands heavy upon the tide
Of an ocean that I no longer see.
She has grown deaf to the music of my prayers.

Bukowski no. 40

while I am trudging my life away I can’t help but think
that no one would miss me too much,
so I wouldn’t mind dying tomorrow
if my spirit could check in every couple years for the next few decades
to see if anybody reads me
yet