So it goes.
requiem
The crucified planet Earth,
should it find a voice
and a sense of irony,
might now well say
of our abuse of it,
"Forgive them, Father,
They know not what they do."
The irony would be
that we know what
we are doing.
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
Rest in peace, Kurt.
I cannot express all that your words have done for me over the years,
but you were and are a force, a revolutionary and
a master of acrid wit.
A fighter through to the end.
so it goes.