you were not the first to arrive,nand will not be the last to survive,nas the pigs and the oxen we boundnto the wheelntear it off, tear it off!nnyou are not the last of this house,nor the first to go over the side.nremember the wrecks of those elegant shipsnturn it off!nturn it off!nno.nlook with century eyes they make you go blind.nngalloping into the void,nyou are rolling your eyes like a horse,nall to turn form the beam,nfrom the eye of that screen.nturn it off! turn it off!nwith our backs to the arch nand the wreck of our kind,nwe will stare straight ahead nfor the rest of our lives!