Thank You, Mr. Vonnegut

“Cat’s Cradle” sat in my car for months before I read it.
I read it in one sitting, one gloomy wintry day.

Thanks for all the words, Mr. Vonnegut.

“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
from the floor
of the Grand Canyon,
‘It is done.’
People did not like it here.”