THE SUICIDE

No star will remain in the night.
Night itself will not remain.
I will die, and with me,
the sum of the intolerable universe.
I will erase the pyramids, the medals,
the continents and the faces.
I will erase the accumulation of the past.
I will turn history to dust, dust to dust.
I am watching the last sunset.
I hear the last bird.
I bequeath nothing to no-one.