April 12, 2007
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
My favorite author died last night. So it goes.
Posted by rhode at April 12, 2007 11:29 AM | TrackBack