was a collection of biographical essays, "A Man Without a Country." It, too, was a best seller.
It concludes with a poem written by Mr. Vonnegut called "Requiem," which has these closing lines:
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.
from The New York Times: Kurt Vonnegut, Novelist Who Caught the Imagination of His Age, Is Dead at 84
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