Chirps and the rest.

So the book came to an end.

Only until the very last page and the very last word did I come to understand the book thoroughly.

You see, Vonnegut makes a good job of writing a decent novel. He uses a good quantity of symbols, allusions, irony, and satire; he develops complex characters like Billy Pilgrim and Kilgore Trout, and even takes the trouble to make himself a character in the story. He marvels the reader and inspires quality reflection, and yet he ends the book with the disenchanting onomatopoeia that is "Poo-tee-weet?" (Plus a question mark, that makes it even more confusing)

But as I thought about it, and connected all the pieces in the book, the bird’s chirp suddenly made sense.

In the beggining of the book Vonnegut says there's nothing intelligent to say about a massacre, in fact "Everybody is supposed to be dead, to never say anything or want anything ever again" So, everything dies, except for the birds, who are the only ones that spit silly little sounds like “Poo-tee-weet?” out of their  beaks. Then a few pages after Vonnegut says “This one is a failure, and had to be, since it was written by a pillar of salt.” Meaning it was written by a person who looked back at the past.

The fact that the book so suddenly ends with “Poo-tee-weet?” means the book is a failure. It had to be written, but in the end, Vonnegut doesn’t love it. “I’ve finished my war book now. The next one I write is going to be fun.”

And in my opinion, he made the strongest statement on war by providing this ending, because “Poo-tee-weet?” completely cancels, vaporizes, and annuls any significance the story-line could ever aspire to have, and ultimately says, I have nothing to say about war, it is what it is: stupid.