God bless you, Mr Vonnegut (1922—2007)
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,
that they know not what they do.”
The irony would be
that we know what we are doing,
and 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.
(Requiem, by Kurt Vonnegut, from A Man Without a Country, 2005, read on KCRW Bookworm, 6 April 2006)
posted by Chris Bell at 5:32 PM
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