Every Day Should be Earth Day...

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.

by Kurt Vonnegut
from the closing poem in his collection of biographical essays, A Man Without a Country (2005)


--Kate