I Doth Bring The Consequence Poem by Ciaran Quirke

Planet burn and rust away,
End portentious ravings.
Bring an end, signal doom,
fade away... - bleed.

Bleed them dry, kill their hope.
Crush their dreams, enact their fears.

Discourage, criticise.
- Finalise.

Juxtapose their little life, their petty selves
with your great death, your mighty end.

Oh people, take it upon yourselves,
after all...

Mrs Dalloway said she would buy the flowers herself.