THE SUICIDE

Not a single star will be left in the sky.
The night itself will not be left.
With me will die everything
Of this intolerable universe.
I shall erase the pyramids, the medals,
The continents, the faces.
I shall erase the holdings of the past.
I shall make dust of history, dust of dust.
I am looking at the final sunset.
I am hearing the last bird.
I bequeath nothing to nobody.