The doom of man beats ever in my brain
Shattered cars, fell beasts, the swarms that fill the skies.
I thought I knew, I thought I was, I thought.
No matter. All is undone. Dead, he is
And at my hand. I'll sleep no more. I'll be
No more. Yet all the people will sleep sound
Oh! Mother Earth, this stain from thee I cleanse.
No more will smoke thy skies with darkness fill.
No more will man thy natural wealth remove.
No child will weep. No child will laugh. No Stephen.
Exit, pursued by a raptor