Wednesday, December 26, 2012

Crucified Planet

 "Requiem" by Kurt Vonnegut Jr.

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.


YTD - 1053

1 comment:

gail zawacki said...

That is the worst part. We do know. Sometimes, some people pretend they don't. But they do.