Urbanism - After Goya

Carry them all like a burden --- these notes and lines Walk everywhere with them, in all weathers, And see them sneer at you, bugger you In sleep, and, like Goya’s dog, look out From their troubled buoy upon a sea of yellow And ochre, awaiting their awful pummeling And thrash. So (and so), when they outdistance you, already Standing in the road, idle playthings, They come as saviors and f*ck you up, Breath caught at the throat, in isolation, In solace. Here’s the burden. Now go. I must be good I must be nice I must be good I have to ‟Or, don't do tha‟ - they said Come towards Pandemonium Turn up Pandemonium Turn up! I must be rude My heart is vice I must be cruel I have to ‟Oh! you can do that“ - they said ‟Yeah! just like that!“ They killed that one, thus I did Shot the fauna Bodies just get bogged down War, sacrifices Welcome to Pandemonium What a trauma to see trees trunks burning down What a trauma to see trees falling down