Poem by Pär Lagerkvist:

Everything will be forgotten. Human fates
down the dark stairways of oblivion
will fade into the deepest night.
Everything will be erased. This tragedy ends,
the stage lights go out, all the stars of the sky
present in the savage whirl of the drama
render its ferocity entirely meaningless.
The stage is empty, the curtain has fallen,
and the poisoned knife with which people
struggled to stab each other
lies somewhere there, among crumpled clothes.
Silence, oblivion. Nothing to remember.
No one to remember.
Only emptiness.
Is that all?
No more, nothing else we know.