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I'm taking a semi-break from my daily poetry posts. Kurt Vonnegut died today.. and I'm a bit unreasonably upset.
From 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.
So it goes.
From 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.
So it goes.