Century Eyes

You were not the first to arrive
And will not be the last to survive
As the pigs and the oxen we bound to the wheel
Tear it off, tear it off!
You are not the last of this house
Nor the first to go over the side
Remember the wrecks of those elegant ships
«Turn it off!
Turn it off!»
Look with century eyes till they make you go blind
Galloping into the void
You are rolling your eyes like a horse
All to turn from the beam, from the eye of that screen
«Turn it off! Turn it off!
With our backs to the arch
And the wreck of our kind
We will stare straight ahead
For the rest of our lives!"