Requiem

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 (1922-2007), Requiem

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