Writers die, voices remain
In memory of Kurt Vonnegut, Mr Brilliant’s patron of sorts. I just heard that Vonnegut died yesterday.In his own famous words from Slaughterhouse-Five, "so it goes." Writers die; thankfully their voices remain.
And so, a poem in his voice:
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.
-Kurt Vonnegut
[A hat tip to the wondrous Wish Jar Journal for Vonnegut’s poem]