Requiem: Kurt Vonnegut

“When the last living thing
has died on account of us,
how poetical it would be
if Earth could say,
in a voice floating up
perhaps
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
“It is done.”
People did not like it here.”

Kurt Vonnegut, Requiem

This is the last page, but the Author’s Note, of A Man Without A Country, (c) 2005