The Saddest Poem--Decimation, Finally, Acquiescence--

I think that Neruda did it far better. But I will try.

The Saddest Poem (Decimation)
The heat moves in slow, steady cycles, turning up from the Earth
My face, parallel with the sky
I will let the Universe, here,
I will let the universe burn holes where it may.
Deliver unto me, oh Sun,
The pain that is so readily mine.
So that I may furnish the Earth
With passionate blood.
So that I may illuminate the pages of history
With the remnants of my soul.